Remus felt guilty for taking so long to visit James after his brief stint in St Mungo’s. Despite knowing James understood, two days felt like an awfully long time to wait. Especially when he had been injured, especially when he had been injured during an event that he personally hadn’t been able to attend. He wanted to be there for his friends, sometimes the full moon managed to fall on the most inconvenient days. After Lily’s careful array of potions, and more than a couple of care packages, he was back to his usual self. Familiar aches and pains continued to plague him, but they were merely a ghost of what he suffered at his worst. When he had woken up feeling surprisingly refreshed, he had jumped at the opportunity to be productive. He had been waiting to see James, desperate to hug him, to feel that he was real. To know that, for now, at least, he was safe again. Pulling a bar of chocolate from his stash, and a bottle of something strong he knew Sirius would only miss until he found a way to distract him, he Apparated to the doorstep of the Potter cottage. Lily wouldn’t be home, so he didn’t knock, not wanting to force James to exert himself by walking to the door. Instead he let himself in, calling out to announce his arrival. “Prongs?” Clumsily removing his shoes, he left them by the doormat, padding towards the living room where he could hear Harry babbling, blissfully unaware of how close he had come to losing his father. “Hey, it’s me.”