Remus was terrified. He thought that you would reject him for what he was.
You stood in front of him and Remus took a deep breath, "I'm a werewolf," he explained, "I was bit when I was five." He looked at the floor.
"You finally told me, hmm?" He looked up, "I've known forever, Remus," you said gently.
He grinned, "and you're okay?"
"I'm fine!" You smiled.
He wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly.
"I do have some questions though."
Remus pulled away and frowned.
"When you were little, were you like a baby werewolf? Three feet tall and could barely howl?"
Remus laughed, "I suppose so, I don't remember."
"Okay, okay. What about when you were a in puberty? Did your 13-year-old voice cracks transfer to your wolf self? Like awoooooo?" You mimicked, making your voice get higher at the end.
He grinned again, "I love you."
"I love you too."
