[Remus huffs out a laugh, shaking his head.] You'd run out of Howlers, and then what would you do?

[Maybe the drink's getting to him already, or maybe it's just the exhaustion, but he sinks further down on the couch, feeling heavy and-- floppy.] You don't only have to come over when I need something, you know. If you want to get away, we can meet somewhere. Have lunch, or something.