“Not if you’re trying to shrug it off as normal tiredness,” Remus pointed out carefully. If Remus was depressed, would he know or realize? Or would he try to come up with reasons for the change and move on from there? They hadn’t known different - he was pretty sure no one in their family had developed postpartum depression, at least not that he knew of. So why would they have even considered that? “You’re not pushing aside your sanity. You’re still sane,” he said, not wanting Jeremy to think there was anything more serious wrong with him. He just needed a little help getting hormones straightened out - which really shouldn’t have been surprising considering some of those hormones that came with a baby weren’t even supposed to be in his body in the first place. When Jeremy’s body language wasn’t exactly encouraging of the touch, Remus brought his hand back to himself, wanting to give Jeremy whatever he needed in the moment. He shook his head quickly at the question about being locked up. “Absolutely not. Best case, you just need some extra rest. Worst case, it’s this postpartum thing and they’ll give you some potions to help. No one’s locking you up,” Remus promised. He couldn’t imagine why they’d want to, but even if they tried, Remus wouldn’t allow it. He gave a soft nod when Jeremy said he didn’t know what he needed and that he didn’t have anything else to say. Remus wanted to wrap his arms around him and hold him, comfort both of them, but Jeremy didn’t seem all that into touch so Remus did his best to refrain and keep his hands to himself. “I’m sorry I ruined your bath. I could always draw another one, move forward with the spoiling and pampering plan?” He really had wanted to do all of that for Jeremy, it hadn’t just been to soften the blow of the conversation.
“I’ve never felt like this. She was the only change, lack of sleep came with that. It’s normal to just think it was normal.” There was still a chance it was but he didn’t think depression of any sort was something he’d deal with. Jeremy dealt with anxiety but never depression and why would his baby cause that? He closed his eyes and the temptation to apparate away but where would he even go? It also wouldn’t even do much. He’d still be alone with his thoughts. At least on the bed they were together. He stayed quiet, nodding every now and then. Now he hoped that Remus was right and they wouldn’t think he was too far gone or something. Merlin only knew at this point where he was on their scale of...depressed. “You’re fine. You were trying to make me comfortable. I just don’t know if I’m in the mood to get back in? Now that I’m out, you know?” He shifted a bit on the bed, tucking himself under his husband’s arm. “I just want to lay here. Sort of nice not to think a cry could happen at any point.”
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