Pillow Talk: #98 Pajamas

“You’re leaving tomorrow?” Tonks made them both tea before settling at the table in Grimmauld Place. She fingered the worn cuff of Remus’s bathrobe. He’d been the only one awake to receive her report, and Tonks was surprised he was around. “You need a new robe.”

“I barely wear it,” Remus answered good-naturedly and pulled his arm free. “It’s comfortable.”

“I could make you a new one.” Was she mad? She didn’t sew. “And some new pajamas. I bet those are all worn as well.”

Remus gave her a cold look; he hated her pity. “Who says I wear pajamas?”