"Shit," he laughed darkly. "I said terrible things, didn't I." He rubbed his hands over his eyes, as if he could bring back the stolen moments if he just applied enough pressure. "No one is going to believe I didn't mean it." He pressed harder, white spots dancing in front of his closed eyes. "I don't understand how you can still believe me, after everything I've done to you."
First he'd tried to kiss him when he was hurt, then he'd shoved him and said horrible things. Now apparently he was writing Circe knew what in the journals. It was a miracle Remus was still speaking to him, let alone trying to help him. He didn't deserve a friend like Remus. And Remus deserved better than the twisted sort of love he had to offer.