Who: Tonks and Remus What: I mean their kid was going to throw himself off a roof so they've got shit to say When: Backdating a bit, to not long after it happened Where: Their house Rating: Idek but a lot of feels
Things had spiraled out of control. The powers that be that brought them all here were the ones responsible for what was going on. Remus did not truly believe that his son would want to kill himself. The voices in his own head (which sounded like his own voice if he was being honest) had told him some terrible things that had eaten him up inside and made him feel like a terrible person. Hearing things about Greyback and how he was meant to be his son, or how he was a fool for trying to believe he could ever make something of his life, that he was a failure of a husband in the future and even more of a failure as a father. But Remus was of enough sound mind to eventually push those thoughts out of his head and silence the voices. He knew, however, that some of those present in this place had not. Sirius, for example, had not. Remus figured it was probably because his mental strength after being in Azkaban was likely not at its peak anymore. It tore him apart to know that it was these voices that were doing the same to his son, and his son wasn't able to overcome it.
He'd gone to the Saloon with Tonks as soon as they were told where to go, but even after getting there and seeing that Teddy was brought to safety, Remus did not get to see much of his son. All he'd wanted to do was wrap his arms around him and not let go -- and this, coming from Remus Lupin who usually shied away from affection unless it came from one of the Marauders (and now from Tonks, too). But this was his son, grown or not, and Remus just wanted to be able to hold his boy and tell him that he was worth more than this, that he was worth everything and that he should never feel less than that. He didn't get much of a chance for that; only to be a presence in the room. Teddy, who was clearly inebriated, was taken by Victoire and Louis who had assured them he'd be taken care of. Remus didn't doubt that, but he wanted to be with his son.
What were they supposed to do now? They'd tried giving him space, they'd tried imposing on him. It seemed that perhaps the root of the problem had revealed itself; Teddy blamed himself for their deaths, and he was afraid of how much it would hurt to develop a relationship with them and then they leave. He was trying to protect himself from pain. Remus could understand that. He'd been in a similar predicament when James, Sirius, and Peter had wanted to be his friend in school. He'd never had friends before them that weren't from fictional books, so he didn't know what it was like to lose them and he'd been afraid if he became friends with them and they found out what he was they'd turn their backs on him.
He and Tonks needed to talk about this, but he didn't even know what to say. At the moment he was just sitting on their worn old sofa in the living room, pinching the bridge of his nose to try to ward off the impending headache that was looming over him as he tried to think things through and figure out what to do about all of this.