Oh, lovely and sweet and sadly achy, especially this:
There were times when he was afraid that he had brought something of the Dementors out of Azkaban, some unquenchable hunger for humanity. He rationed himself and held back from touching people constantly just to reassure himself that they weren’t another Dementor dream. The desire made him feel clumsy, over-eager and desperate.
Remus was different. Remus tolerated it with grave amusement, never flinching from pressed shoulders and grabbed wrists. Remus understood without needing to ask.
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There were times when he was afraid that he had brought something of the Dementors out of Azkaban, some unquenchable hunger for humanity. He rationed himself and held back from touching people constantly just to reassure himself that they weren’t another Dementor dream. The desire made him feel clumsy, over-eager and desperate.
Remus was different. Remus tolerated it with grave amusement, never flinching from pressed shoulders and grabbed wrists. Remus understood without needing to ask.
Oh, Sirius...