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"I'll remember."

It is a nice thought, but Tonks doesn't know how this sort of magic works. So she won't blame him if he thinks it a weird dream and forgets. But her? She hopes to remember too. And hopes that what she's learned will help her understand. Whatever the outcome.

"Obviously. How could you forget me?" She asks cheekily, grinning as she grabs the bedknob and his hand. The former is pocketed and the latter is squeezed gently. She motions her head toward the door then, signaling that they should get going.

Before they do though, Tonks disappears for just a minute, grabbing a napkin and pen (some Muggle inventions do have a one up on Wizarding techniques), and scribbles something down on it. She pockets that as well, something to give a little later, and pops back beside Remus with a smile.

"I've had a really good time. Thank you."

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"Thank me?" He hadn't a clue for what… He tried to think through it, but, no, it wasn't just his self-deprecation. "This was all you." He reached for her hand again.

He hesitated… yeah, no, trying to kiss her hand still felt all wrong. Not just too old—it didn't feel like it would be him at any age. After a second, he carefully darted forward and gave her the lightest, quickest peck on the cheek. In a breathless whisper, "Thank you—thank you."

He stepped back, releasing her hands… and with them, shivering, what felt like a life preserver. Whatever happened between now and their next meeting… it was probably going to be eventful.

He had to hope.