@drcomalfy said ; it’s clearly not nothing.
brow creases and lips tilt into a tired smile. “no, it’s not.” remus’ voice is careworn and tired ; a hand passes through his hair and he doesn’t let eyes flicker from the younger man’s no matter how he wants to let eyes shutter. “today is my father’s birthday.” WOULD BE. remus finally looks down, wiggles a finger at teddy who coos and giggles and grabs at it with pudgy hands. andromeda’s sitting room is more comfortable a place than most and STILL he feels a grey cloud drifting overhead. “it’s been a...hard time for a long while now,” EVEN BEFORE HIS DEATH, “and harder now.”








