[Remus knows he's a bit-- emotionally squishy, for lack of any better term, the day after the full moon, so he tries (rather valiantly) not to read too much into things. It doesn't always work. He picks at a bit of fuzz on the blanket, feeling ridiculous.] I think I might have a nap, after the tea, I mean. If you want to join. You make a good pillow. [As Padfoot, anyway. Well, probably normally as well, but Padfoot is the safer option.]
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