Maryanne didn't know if it was because he looked like Remus, or simply because it was easy to like John as himself, he had squeaked past her defences before she knew it. And something inside her melted into a puddle of goo when he asked her to stay. What had that taken for him to ask? She was someone that had a lot of pride, she knew it would sting if she said no.
So she didn't. "Scoot over. I'll get the water before I leave." She patted his side lightly. She would have done the very same for any one of her sons. She paused. "Unless you want it now?" What he was asking for was innocent wasn't it? She knew he had to be too tired for anything else. Anything more than a cuddle. And she was willing to pay that asking ten fold. She'd go the whole nine yards, and snuggle with him.
Everything about her had softened, her face, the tone of her voice. This was a mother ready to mother. It didn't matter how old the man was before her. Wasn't Bucky in his 40s now? And she would have done the very same thing for him.