#* second war

[mooncursd]

@greetsdeath said ; “i’m worried about you.”

they are words he never wanted to hear from harry. they are words remus can hear an echo of JAMES in, those same words, brow furrowed in the quiet of the common room. remus’ face moves into the ghost of a smile and he shakes his head. “no need, harry,” it’s a promise ; one remus will keep, must keep. he knows he looks wan these days, worn and TIRED. “i’m getting along alright.” he is not, but that is not harry’s burden to bear. god knows the boy has ENOUGH on his plate. the tales of remus’ extended missions are not harry’s to bear. “how are YOU doing?” the worry is turned back around on him without a second thought.

[mooncursd]

@wlfcursed said ; “ when was the last time you ate something? “

a hand scrubs through his hair, snagging at a tangle in the curls that he promptly ignores. ought to pull a brush through his hair soon but it isn’t the most pressing matter at this moment. “i’m fine,” remus says offhand without even considering the question. it ticks by, though, and lips slant into a frown. it’s a FAIR QUESTION ; he has never outgrown his tendency to ignore warning cues from his body begging for basic things like hydration or nourishment. remus gives a rueful sort of smile and levers himself up out of the chair. 

“you won’t like the answer.” it’s surely no more comforting than I’M FINE but it brushes closer to honesty.