[ The lights result in him looking up quickly, a bone cracks in his neck, and he winces. It all happens in succession and he starts to breathe again, takes in the room where they are and breathes deeply. That was... that was new. Old. Familiar and painful and his breath hitches for just a moment. His hand comes up to press palm to his lips, fingers curled and expression like he's fighting something.
Eventually, he exhales. The images are fading and relief floods through his veins. Without Remus here, he's just not brave enough to try. Finds something stealing those memories away to hide them, protect himself. ]
I'm sorry. That... that won't happen again.
[ It's automatic reassurance because that definitely wasn't something he can afford to repeat. No matter that there's been no consequence for freaking out over—nothing. All it was in the end, just a bunch of memories that has nothing to do with the now. ]
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Eventually, he exhales. The images are fading and relief floods through his veins. Without Remus here, he's just not brave enough to try. Finds something stealing those memories away to hide them, protect himself. ]
I'm sorry. That... that won't happen again.
[ It's automatic reassurance because that definitely wasn't something he can afford to repeat. No matter that there's been no consequence for freaking out over—nothing. All it was in the end, just a bunch of memories that has nothing to do with the now. ]