Prompt: Kisses because I don't want you to go and maybe I can convince you to stay just a few minutes longer. G.
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The pitter-patter of heavy raindrops against the grimy windowpanes is soothing. Tonks studies Remus's worn face. He's got more silver in his hair and the lines are more pronounced.
He's a sight for sore eyes, having come in the middle of the night, with his robes tattered and muddied and a nasty, infected gash in his thigh.
"I'm sorry to trouble you," he told her, "but I didn't know where else to go."
She healed him, bathed him, and had Aberforth bring up his heartiest stew.
He's stirring now.
He tells her he needs to go.
"Stay," she begs, kissing him. He closes his eyes and lets her pepper his face in light kisses. "Just a few more minutes."
"I can't–"
She kisses his mouth until he can't speak.
"Stay," she repeats, clutching him tightly. "Stay with me."
He doesn't stay.
