Remus blinked down at the grip of their hands, looking just a little confused about the touch. It wasn't a very typical grip for two men to take, hell even with his friends, so it balked his mind for several seconds until he gave the smallest physical shake of his head to try and clear it. It didn't mean anything. Probably after that last Apparate, if Vrenille didn't do it, the other wanted something more stable.
Unfortunately for Vrenille, he had a bit of a case on his hands. One like he most likely wouldn't have expected. Remus wasn't an old man, but he looked older than his years would suggest. War and grief had aged a young man who hadn't been on the best physical track to begin with. But more than that... given what he was, he hadn't exactly gone and sought out anything really in physical comforts. Not when for so long there had been only eyes for a certain someone, but look where that got him in the long run. Betrayal. Death. Loss.
So even when it was being quite literally pressed into his hands, Remus wasn't the sharpest in catching certain things.
So Remus thought Vrenille meant breakfast.
"Right!" He gave a smile that was something more like others might have recognized as normal for him and nodded. "Hold on tight." He patted his side, double checking his wand, and grabbed the small suitcase he had brought before he closed his eyes and thought of where he wanted to be.
After that sickening feeling he would never get over, his eyes opened and he let out a breath, staring at the front of his favorite place to go. "Welcome to the Three Broomsticks," he said with a hint of longing in his voice. BREAKFAST!
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Unfortunately for Vrenille, he had a bit of a case on his hands. One like he most likely wouldn't have expected. Remus wasn't an old man, but he looked older than his years would suggest. War and grief had aged a young man who hadn't been on the best physical track to begin with. But more than that... given what he was, he hadn't exactly gone and sought out anything really in physical comforts. Not when for so long there had been only eyes for a certain someone, but look where that got him in the long run. Betrayal. Death. Loss.
So even when it was being quite literally pressed into his hands, Remus wasn't the sharpest in catching certain things.
So Remus thought Vrenille meant breakfast.
"Right!" He gave a smile that was something more like others might have recognized as normal for him and nodded. "Hold on tight." He patted his side, double checking his wand, and grabbed the small suitcase he had brought before he closed his eyes and thought of where he wanted to be.
After that sickening feeling he would never get over, his eyes opened and he let out a breath, staring at the front of his favorite place to go. "Welcome to the Three Broomsticks," he said with a hint of longing in his voice. BREAKFAST!