Severus watched the curve of Remus's lips as he spoke, sinking into his words and his voice. It was comforting to hear about happy homelives. He knew better, however, than to be absolutely jealous of Remus. he had been bitten at a young age. His childhood had been cut short.

The cool fingers on Remus's chest moved across his body so that Severus could entwine them with his. He would meet them soon. Remus's parents.

The thought did not frighten him.

"A writer...that's brilliant. What does she write?" Not that he'd ever pick up a muggle book. He just loved to read.