"We're getting a divorce," Remus looked up from his book and across the table.
"What?" he asked.
"We're getting–"
"I understand that, Arthur, I mean, why," Arthur gave Remus an incredulous look from across the table only to have Remus return the look.
"It just seemed right," he responded. "The kids are old enough now and it just hasn't been working for a long time. Probably doesn't help that I told her about you."
Remus shook his head.
"A bit late, don't you think, to be dropping that bomb on her? It happened over fifteen years ago."
Arthur gave him the smallest of smiles from across the table.
"It all ways is."