Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you're strong enough to let go.
The water was hot enough to turn his skin red and burn the cuts on his hands, but he didn't adjust the temperature. He felt dirty, not just from five days without bathing, but from all he had seen and all he had understood. All the reading and interviews in the world couldn't prepare him for what a pack of werewolves was really like; the savageness and anger, the hopelessness and pain. The wolf wasn't something that escaped once a month for them; it was their reality. It would soon become his reality too.
Remus scrubbed at his skin with soap and cloth until it began to sting, and still felt the forest dirt clinging to his skin. It was only when the hot water turned tepid that he got out of the shower and toweled off. His timing was fortunate, however, since he only just had his trousers on when there was a knock at the motel room door. Dinner, he assumed, as he pulled on a jumper. He undid the locks, both muggle and magic, and opened the door.
Remus scrubbed at his skin with soap and cloth until it began to sting, and still felt the forest dirt clinging to his skin. It was only when the hot water turned tepid that he got out of the shower and toweled off. His timing was fortunate, however, since he only just had his trousers on when there was a knock at the motel room door. Dinner, he assumed, as he pulled on a jumper. He undid the locks, both muggle and magic, and opened the door.