The frenzied rush from one house to the next died out altogether. Remus' expression closed off, gaze low and distant, their paces slowing gradually. So he hadn't- It hadn't been him. They'd fought, she had pushed. She had wanted this. No matter how little sense it made to Remus, he had to concede that it had obviously happened the way she described. He knew himself; he would fight he off, tooth and nail (only not literally), to protect her. But she hadn't understood and eventually, he'd been worn down. Just as she'd said.
Merlin help him.
"You talk about me as though I were some mythical fish no one's quite sure really exists," he joked with a half-hearted smile. "I'm sure there was nothing wrong with you, Dora. I- Well, I just don't do relationships. I didn't think I did. They're- too dangerous. It wasn't you. It really wasn't."