Remus sat cross-legged on the small, rickety bed, journal still open in his lap. He looked up, eyes widening somewhat. "That was prompt," he murmured, not moving.
Severus had previously had a smart comment about Remus never being an inconvenience, and he'd thought of all of the things he would do as soon as he saw him about a million times. Suddenly he felt like his tongue had turned to lead, and his legs had decided not to move.
Finally he managed to say, very quietly, "Remus..."
Slowly, carefully, Remus shut the journal, then set it aside, shifting to kneel on the bed so he was a bit taller than normal--nearly eye to eye with Severus, for once. "Yes?"
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Finally he managed to say, very quietly, "Remus..."
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