currently thinking about how grant would celebrate Remus’ birthday alone today
- he would bake a cake and blow out the candles
- “Even if you were here, I would still have to blow your candles out for you cause o’ all those bloody fags you smoked. I always thought the fags would be the thing to getcha in the end...”
- A shoe box under his bed full of every letter Remus had ever wrote to him
- Grant reading though every single one, no matter how long it took him
- Him finally laying down for sleep and thinking Just wish someone would've told me how you went...
- “Happy Birthday Sweetheart.”










