You always say you'll be fine. D'you ever think you'll be able to say that with a straight face? [Peter smiles and nudges Remus' shoulder gently. He's teasing his friend, like he's always done. Remus looks like shit and they both know it. It's easier to take when Peter makes light of it.]

Glad Padfoot could stick around. At least the flat is big enough for the both of you. [He feels a twinge of jealousy. He wouldn't take up much space at all. He'd love to be there, to spend the full moon just as they always had. It just wasn't fair.]

How 'bout I pour us both a drink, yeah? Cups in the cupboard?