"Think about it, Tonks. Do you really trust me? I can't say why I did it for sure. But you'll always wonder. If you can trust me. If I'm out late, if I go have a pint with someone. And I wouldn't blame you. I'd wonder the same thing." Remus shook his head. "That's my reason, and maybe it's not one you understand, or agree with. But it's what I think I have to do. At least for now. It IS our son's future. And ours." Remus shook his head. "I love you, but I think diving back into anything but friendship is just. . ." Remus hesitated, searching for a word that wasn't settling, "rushing," he finished finally. "You're upset, and there's a child. If there wasn't, do you really think we'd be talking about getting together again right away, after all that happened, and with all that's going on?"
Remus looked down at his clasped hands. "I want to help raise and be a father to our child. I want to help you, and be there for you, regardless of our status. But for now - that's all I want for us, Tonks. It's just. . ." Safer, he started to say, and then changed his mind. "Prudent."