Tonks swallowed nervously as Remus entered, and she managed a weak smile in return. "Wotcher," she said, her voice lacking her usual cheerfulness and enthusiasm. It had been a very long few weeks, and she'd thought over what she would say to him again and again. Now that they were face to face, it all disappeared, leaving her with uncertainty and a vague sense of nausea. How this conversation went might very well define a large portion of the rest of her life, and she didn't think she was ready for that.
"Take a seat," she said, nodding toward one of the chairs on the other side of her desk. For the sake of putting them on an equal level rather than having her sit behind a desk, she stood and made her way around to the other side. Pulling the second chair out, she turned it to face him, giving them some room between them, and she sat down.
She rubbed her hands nervously together and watched him, unsure how to start. There were so many things to say and talk about, but by far the most important was their son. Forcing herself to relax, she said in a soft voice, "Are you still sure you want to be in his life? Once you're there, you can't...you can't take off if it doesn't suit."