Tonks knew Remus had only phrased it as a suggestion, but she knew the moment he brought it up that she would be there Thursday evening. Perhaps he didn't want her to feel as if she had to spend all her time with him, and she didn't... at least, she didn't feel obligated to, she just felt she wanted to spend almost all of her free time with him.
Of course, she couldn't manage that as often now, not with Charlie living with her. But she tried to come over to be with Remus as often as she could, and not just because she wanted to see him, but because she sensed he needed the company. In a way, he was almost starting to remind her of the way Sirius had gotten, locked inside Grimmauld Place and unable to come out. Just that small comparison in her mind was enough to make her worried. The last thing she wanted was for Remus' story to parallel Sirius'. If anything, the thought terrified her more than she was willing to admit. She didn't want to lose him.
And so she would do whatever she could to prevent that from happening. Which, tonight, meant giving her excuses to Charlie and showing up at Remus' hideout for dinner. Dressed in her usual comfortable jeans, this time with a sweatshirt over her tee (it was getting a bit chilly out), she had her blond hair drawn back into a ponytail. Brushing a stray bit of ash off her leg as she stepped out of the fireplace, she followed the sounds he was making into the kitchen. Coming up behind him, Tonks let her arms wrap around her waist as she pressed a light kiss to the side of his neck and murmured, "Wotcher, luv. Miss me?"