the_debt_of_time

Mia gestured absentmindedly. "I'm still planning on that. You went too many years
spending the moon alone, I'm determined to never let that happen again. But I needed to
talk to someone, and Harry wouldn't understand, and either Ginny or Tonks would just...
make things worse, I think."
"What's going on?" he asked with concern, folding up the paper and setting it aside.
"Sirius won't have sex with me."
Remus sighed dramatically and picked the paper back up. "Sometimes I really hate
how you and I can talk about anything with each other. Charlus should have instilled
boundaries in you to counteract all that open confidence that Dorea taught."
Mia fell into the chair beside him. "I'm serious, Remus! I've been back for two
weeks, and he barely touches me. This is a problem!"
He groaned and put down his paper, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Fine, I'll play
along. Have you talked about this with him?"
"I've been trying to, but he either changes the subject, ignores me, or shifts into
Padfoot and runs out the door."
Remus rolled his eyes. "That's mature of him."
"I don't get it, Remus. Is there something wrong with me? Did he change his
opinion of me over the years? Was he more in love with... with Hermione than he is with
me? Does he want her back? Do you think he sees me and sees the age difference... like,
like I'm a child or something? I miss him. What do I need to do?"
Remus shook his head and sighed, reaching out and patting the top of her head.
"Maybe when he wakes up, you should pour him a cup of coffee and say good morning."
Clearly realising when she was being condescended to, Mia's mouth fell open in
shock.
Remus sat back in his chair with a smirk. "From what I recall from living with the
two of you twenty years ago, that's all it took for the sanctity of a kitchen to be defiled."