[Lupin watched the unfamiliar woman in bed next to him shift and stir as he recovered from that annoying bout of vertigo, and couldn't help but admire her as she assessed her own situation. She was a lovely woman, far lovelier than he felt that he deserved. The scars on his body hadn't gone unnoticed by him--but it only led him to wonder what sort of life he actually led.
'You died protecting someone you don't know or even like. You would do it again.
It raised a question. Were the scars connected to that.
--but the woman was looking at him with sleepy eyes, and his clothes strewn on the floor could only point to one thing.
damn had he gotten lucky!
Lupin settled into his pillows and smiled boyishly. How was he supposed to explain that he couldn't speak?]
Early on the 27th
'You died protecting someone you don't know or even like. You would do it again.
It raised a question. Were the scars connected to that.
--but the woman was looking at him with sleepy eyes, and his clothes strewn on the floor could only point to one thing.
damn had he gotten lucky!
Lupin settled into his pillows and smiled boyishly. How was he supposed to explain that he couldn't speak?]