"Harry." Remus looked up from his glass, giving Harry a lopsided smile as he reached across the table to touch his hand gently. His heart ached for the younger man, even though he saw the way Harry seemed to be holding himself in control. "How are you doing? I meant to contact you, but things... I think time has gotten away from me a bit the last few days. I do hope you know I'm here whenever you need me!"