Silent Support
Tibet was a lie.
From Sunnydale to Cardigan Bay; mint-green house, back porch swing and a concrete ditch that might one day be a stream.
He was taught to control the wolf. Taught to choke down wolfsbane and try not to bring it back up as a sympathetic hand rested gently on the back of his neck.
But it was okay, because he didn’t have to talk. Didn’t have to remind himself that the last time he’d spoken, he’d spoken to her. He could just sit quietly with someone who didn’t need his conversation. Because Remus understood.
Even without words.
From Sunnydale to Cardigan Bay; mint-green house, back porch swing and a concrete ditch that might one day be a stream.
He was taught to control the wolf. Taught to choke down wolfsbane and try not to bring it back up as a sympathetic hand rested gently on the back of his neck.
But it was okay, because he didn’t have to talk. Didn’t have to remind himself that the last time he’d spoken, he’d spoken to her. He could just sit quietly with someone who didn’t need his conversation. Because Remus understood.
Even without words.