[It's fine, Remus is used to James' refusal to knock like a normal person does when entering a living space that is not their own.
He was actually having a bit of a nap as James barged in, and the smell of food starts to wake him before James' voice finishes the job. He groans, shifting to sit up against the mound of pillows behind him again. Every part of him aches at the movement.]
Hey, Prongs. S'alright. You didn't have to. [He rubs at his eyes tiredly, making the standard protests. His stomach disagrees; food is absolutely a necessary tribute for anyone wishing to enjoy his company right now.]
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He was actually having a bit of a nap as James barged in, and the smell of food starts to wake him before James' voice finishes the job. He groans, shifting to sit up against the mound of pillows behind him again. Every part of him aches at the movement.]
Hey, Prongs. S'alright. You didn't have to. [He rubs at his eyes tiredly, making the standard protests. His stomach disagrees; food is absolutely a necessary tribute for anyone wishing to enjoy his company right now.]