It happened too fast. There was nothing he - or anyone - could have done. It was just too much. Too fast. He couldn't have been saved. Nothing - nothing - could have been done.
How many times have you told him that? How many times has Molly? Or Minerva? Or Arthur? Even Albus couldn't truly make him believe. You can't make someone believe what they don't want to.
And you hear him crying at night and you go in. You comfort him. He accepts your touches, kisses, caresses, but he is unresponsive. Emotionally. Sure, he reacts the way he should physically. But you do it with the lights off because he wants to pretend you're someone else.
And you want this so badly that you'll pretend you don't hear his moan. The wrong name. You want it so much - you want to believe that it's you he wants - that you're willing to overlook anything. Even the truth. Because the truth hurts.
You can be there for him, Potions Master, but in Remus Lupin's heart, you'll never take Padfoot's place.
How many times have you told him that? How many times has Molly? Or Minerva? Or Arthur? Even Albus couldn't truly make him believe. You can't make someone believe what they don't want to.
And you hear him crying at night and you go in. You comfort him. He accepts your touches, kisses, caresses, but he is unresponsive. Emotionally. Sure, he reacts the way he should physically. But you do it with the lights off because he wants to pretend you're someone else.
And you want this so badly that you'll pretend you don't hear his moan. The wrong name. You want it so much - you want to believe that it's you he wants - that you're willing to overlook anything. Even the truth. Because the truth hurts.
You can be there for him, Potions Master, but in Remus Lupin's heart, you'll never take Padfoot's place.