No matter which thing he worries about, it never quite feels right. Sirius Black has escaped and Remus is terrified that he's going to be an awful teacher; there are lessons to plan and Remus wants to curl up under his desk and scream. And everything about Hogwarts takes him back to something. (Or: Remus Lupin is having a very strange week.)

Friendship is a decision. A way to spend time that they all know is limited. It's a choice to make, he's learned, and plenty of them don't. "So the marks on your bucket, are they kills, or missions, or what?" / / Waxer and Boil, from pre-canon up to Innocents of Ryloth. Rated for violence. Warnings listed within.

"It probably won't kill me." In the pause that follows this proclamation, and in the interest of open communication between friends, she adds, "Right away." [Post-movie.]

The thing is, he thinks he might owe Drax an apology. The other thing is, he doesn't do apologies. [Post-movie.]

The sick feeling never really goes away. It spikes and it wanes and during the waning periods it becomes a background noise that you learn to live with. When it spikes, you take your guns apart, one by one or first-step-by-first-step, until it starts to die down. [For an anon who prompted Rocket dealing with OCD. Warnings inside.]