greetsdeath:
HE DOESN’T KNOW WHY he’d expected remus to actually speak the truth with him… then, it was becoming a rather common stain in the life of apparent youth. present in the age of childhood, hardly a child / SUCH LUXURY WAS NOT HIS TO TAKE. timid breath released in manner of vexation — not directed to remus personally, progressed upon the notion that secrecy was formed as first steps, birthing harsh responses and boiling frustrations. question mirrored to his direction instead, and harry’s youthful features soften: this was just the type of person remus was. he supposed, if maturity would allow him to seek beyond self doubt and sorrows, he too would have circled it in the fashion his once professor presented. ❛❛ i’m fine, ❜❜ mantra repeated despite conflict within, words almost bitten; sick of hearing such inquiries. shallow ideologies, fearful connotations followed in every moment. deep, he buried them, you must keep them out of sight, try to keep it out of mind. regardless of that: he had sought some sort of answer regarding safety and capability towards almost fatherly figure… he intended to continue upon that path.
❛❛ really, remus, ❜❜ gentle breath embarked, stern gaze punctured forth, but cupping sheer concern, love, in severe expression. ❛❛ can’t you just talk to me, at least? stop worrying about the fact that i can’t handle it. or — or that you need to keep these things in to protect me. ❜❜ sigh, attempt to smile went awry, tone pressed in both generosity and a lace of aggression. ❛❛ i just want to know how you’re doing, that’s all. ❜❜
the VEXED sigh is equally familiar, though it reminds remus more of lily than james. were this another time and another person remus might have pointed out that the shot back response was exactly what harry was upset about coming from remus. he doesn’t, though. instead remus smiles tiredly at the young man across from him and tries to see him as that ; a young man with the weight of the world on his shoulders, not the baby remus had cooed at and bought little cardboard books for. it’s hard sometimes to not feel the heavy taste of GUILT on his tongue at the sight. remus should have been the secret keeper. remus should have known something was wrong. remus should have done SOMETHING to keep harry from his aunt and uncle, after, even after he was spurned through all legal measures.
“i know you can handle it,” he assures in a steady and quiet voice, “i do not doubt that in the slightest.” harry has borne more than anyone his age should have to ; remus’ worries would not be the tipping point of that weight. remus leans back in his chair and ignores the way his hip and knee protest at the motion and send creaking spikes of soreness up through his side, an unfortunate chronic ache that has set in especially hard in the past few months. "i’m tired,” he admits, “though who isn’t these days?”
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