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Roman heard a quiet knock on the door to his room, shuffling feet accompanying it. The person on the other side seemed nervous. Roman rubbed his hands over his eyes, drying his tears.
“Come in,” he welcomed, facing the door.
The door swung open dramatically, showing his brother. Remus had an anxious but concerned look on his face, and he took one huge step into Roman’s room.
“Remus,” Roman greeted awkwardly.
“Sup, whore?” he replied.
Roman snorted. “What brings you here?”
“Came to check on you.”
Roman raised an eyebrow. “Really? You?”
“What, just because I am the only one here who gets an irrational craving for dryer lint at two in the morning on Mondays doesn’t mean I don’t think about people and their feelings.”
Roman nodded. “Fair enough.”
“So, how’s my favorite slut feeling?”
“I thought Janus was your favorite slut.”
Remus gave him an unimpressed look.
Roman sighed. “I’m alright, I suppose.”
“Bullshit.”
Roman put a hand to his forehead. “Yeah, it is.”
“You were just crying, weren’t you? Your face looks like Thomas’ would if a cat slept on it.”
“Thanks,” Roman said sarcastically.
Remus shrugged. “Just being honest. Anything I can do for you?”
“Umm...” Roman frowned. “I don’t know...you really should just let me cry in peace.”
“I’m not going,” Remus refused, slamming Roman’s door closed for good measure. “Now what can I do for you?”
Roman sat on his bed. “Will you sit with me...and we can just talk?”
“Sure!” Remus agreed cheerfully, and sat on the floor, Roman taking a seat on his bed. “What do you wanna talk about?”
“Just get my mind out of my thoughts.”
“Alright! Here, I can tell you about the time I put three live clownfish in a mixture of hydrogen peroxide and witch hazel and stuffed them in the freezer for six weeks...”