For Cassie, who requested this a looooooooooong time ago.

In Cups: #56 Fight

She found him at Grimmauld, nursing a firewhiskey and looking more worn than usual. “What do you want, Tonks?” she ignored his snarl, considering the alcohol and how long he’d been by himself.

“I figured you’d want company,” Tonks offered brightly. Perhaps too brightly considering the company.

“I don’t. We’ve talked about this,” he went back to his cups.

Tonks studied the fall of Remus’s hair. “Well, I want company.”

He growled low in his throat, not looking at her. “Honestly, Remus. I’m not asking for a ring, just a drink. Does everything have to be a fight with you?”