Remus was usually observant and able to see many sides of one story. Starting shortly before he slipped away he started seeing just the one side, especially when it came to his transformations. But Tonks' words had a way of hitting him hard and making everything painfully clear and obvious. He didn't say anything, simply holding her there, taking in the fact that in a few hours the tables would turn.
"It's okay, you're safe now, that's what matters," he replied at her admittance to her fear. He may not be able to protect her, well, he wasn't sure how safe they actually were right at this moment. It made the small moments of happiness that much more important, more meaningful. Maybe a day would come when she would be forced to pull out of the Ministry and go into hiding. It would probably drive her nutters, but at least she would be safe from going in to work.
Things felt normal again when she kissed him, and he was happy she reminded there a bit longer. His soaking wet shirt didn't matter now, nor did all of his anger from earlier. She was real too, chilled and damp, but alive. He didn't want to leave and take to the woods tomorrow, he wants to stay, have a proper day together just being happy.
"It's fine...Dora." He had been toying with the name in his head for days. It felt odd still calling her Tonks when they were living together and slept together every night. It felt right, good even, he just hoped she didn't mind.
Without a thought he peeling the soaked teeshirt off his slim chest, hoping it would help with some of the cold he was starting to feel. The room was dark enough so he didn't feel self-conscious about his scars, at least not too much. He sat down on the edge of the bed, tossing his shirt onto her pile of dirty robes. They'd deal with those later.