There's an amicable quiet as Remus formulates his thoughts, accented only by the small noises from stirring her tea. She laughs quietly and motions her head in such a way to silently say 'True true,' when he conspiratorially mentions Moody's penchant for seeing through bullshit, and then leans on the table, curious as to his answer.
Tonks leaves the question vague for a variety of reasons -- mostly on purpose. While she doesn't know the specifics of Remus' situation -- either during the first war or what will be expected of him now -- she assumes there was fallout. How could there not have been? What she remembers of the teenagers from her youth is that they were close. Closer than close. And if Tonks, in her young age and innocence, felt the blow of Sirius' supposed betrayal, then how on earth would Remus feel knowing the details of it?
So she asks the vague question to give him the choice of how to answer it, and with what. She also figures that perhaps he doesn't want to share his life story with a complete stranger.
Not that they'll always be strangers. She's sure of that already.
Tonks catches his gaze and smiles in return, listening to Remus. And smiles again, nodding in understanding. "It's like..time was a piece of clothing that had an invisible tag, yeah? It fits and it's technically fine..but the tag is itchy. Uncomfortable. And now? Now the tag's finally ripped off."
But then she laughs and takes a biscuit, motioning toward him with it as she gestures with her hands. "How else am I going to know you without long and laden answers?"
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Date: 2022-10-11 01:38 am (UTC)Tonks leaves the question vague for a variety of reasons -- mostly on purpose. While she doesn't know the specifics of Remus' situation -- either during the first war or what will be expected of him now -- she assumes there was fallout. How could there not have been? What she remembers of the teenagers from her youth is that they were close. Closer than close. And if Tonks, in her young age and innocence, felt the blow of Sirius' supposed betrayal, then how on earth would Remus feel knowing the details of it?
So she asks the vague question to give him the choice of how to answer it, and with what. She also figures that perhaps he doesn't want to share his life story with a complete stranger.
Not that they'll always be strangers. She's sure of that already.
Tonks catches his gaze and smiles in return, listening to Remus. And smiles again, nodding in understanding. "It's like..time was a piece of clothing that had an invisible tag, yeah? It fits and it's technically fine..but the tag is itchy. Uncomfortable. And now? Now the tag's finally ripped off."
But then she laughs and takes a biscuit, motioning toward him with it as she gestures with her hands. "How else am I going to know you without long and laden answers?"