It was a little odd, showing up at another bloke's flat. A bloke with whom Remus wasn't all too familiar, and one involved with the Ministry. He'd debated whether or not he should even show up - whether it was a trap of some kind, or something more.
Well. Perhaps not something more. Remus hadn't had an offer like that in years, and he wasn't about to take one, either. He missed Dora more than words could express, though the longing ache in his chest - the one that returned to him most nights, while he tried to get to sleep, alone - spoke volumes.
He figured that whatever was in store for him was something he could handle, and left his wand in his pocket as he approached Robard's door. He'd been watching it for some time now, and seeing no one else go in or out, figured it was safe. Robards was alone.
When Robards answered the door, he smiled thinly. "Robards," he greeted. "I don't usually make a habit of standing people up."