"Why were you nervous?" he asked, genuinely curious. "You had to know I wouldn't judge you for tripping." The three names jotted down, they set off for the next bungalow.
She had begged and pleaded with him? For months? That didn't sound the least bit right, but Remus refrained from saying anything; she was the one who had lived through it and as unlikely as it seemed (and it seemed terribly unlikely), she held the authority over the happenings in that world. Besides which, Remus knew how likely he would be to refuse her advances. He wouldn't be speaking to her now if he didn't know with absolute certainty that it was what she wanted (although there was still that niggling doubt). It was the fact that she would wait so long, 'beg' and 'plead' so that they could date that had him so very confused. Did she have a thing for wounded puppies?