Remus hugged her tightly, clinging to her and breathing her in. He still wasn't sure how to handle being married, or the wealth of emotions that flooded through him every time he saw Dora's face. He'd spent so much of his life alone, so many years, and every person he'd ever loved had left him. Sirius's return had been a bitter taunt, like someone dangling food in front of a starving man before snatching it away again. He hadn't been sure if he could go through that again, and had done his best to resist Dora, but you couldn't stop yourself from loving someone, and Dora hadn't let him.
She was vibrant and beautiful, loving and stupid, stupid for loving him, a werewolf. He was persecuted by the Ministry, disliked by her parents, and unemployed. There was nothing remotely good about him in that respect, and yet, she didn't care. He loved her so much.
"Don't," he whispered, pressing his mouth against her hair. He wanted to say 'Don't apologize', or 'Don't do it again', but the words refused to come out. Instead, he nodded somberly and took her hand, leading her to the sofa.
"I spoke with Arthur this morning," he said quietly. "He said there was a rumor that they're after Harry." The they was no longer restricted to Death Eaters, but Ministry officials, too." His eyes searched her face for a long moment. "Are you all right? Shall I make tea? Something stronger?"