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    â caught in the act, eh? â though groggy, remusâ smile and sleep-roughened voice are both sympathetic to his sonâs point â- thoughtful as ever, heâd only pointed out the obvious that remusâ body had apparently decided to ignore. the back of a hand rubs against his eye for a moment before looking up and over, adult son still poised with a hint of the childâs expectation. â merely looking out for your ancient fatherâs spine, are we? â a slight cracking of the smile wider, a bit of a good-natured tease.
â SOMEONEâS GOTTA IF YOU WONâT. â    mirrored grin of his father appears on his face as he gently taps the otherâs shoulder then comes around the couch , sitting on the end opposite to remus.   â beds exist for a reason , old man. â   his words are sweet and well - meaning despite their sassy approach. he  sips  his  hot  chocolate slowly and stretches his legs before putting them on the couch , occupying the space between him and his dad.    â i donât get how you can sleep sitting up. â















