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“Ah well as I say I deal with such things before, you are not the first wolf I have run across nor probably the last.” He moved from where he was strolling over to Remus and winked at him as he shifted past glancing out from the doorway into the woods. “From the sound, you take the more traditional potion for your condition ja?” He blinked a few times thinking and turned to look back to the wizard framed in the dim light of the setting sun as his tail lazily swished behind him again. “Mein Mutter knows how to brew such a thing, und I have a bit of a green thumb, maybe if all works well I can ask for a favor from her. Gott knows she owes me.” She owed him a lot after the mess with his brother. Smiling gently at the man once more he licked his lips thinking before glancing down. “You want me to give you some time alone? I know not… many are fond of others watching or around during their shift.” Even more so as it was often painful, and a bit sickening to watch in some cases. Kurt wasn’t wrong, this wasn’t new, he had seen before, but he also respected Remus enough not to intrude to that point. But his mind was thinking, working on what he knew of spell crafting and what it might take for the potion to help the man manage his condition better. If anyone could help his mother could, and she might be able to teach Remus a thing or two as well outside the general idea of what schools taught.

“M-more traditional?”  The question was stammered, partially because his brain was more focused on the wink he’d been given.  “In the Wizarding World there’s only one… and even if I could afford all of the ingredients, I’m hardly skilled enough to brew it.”  His brows rose at the mention of a favor.  “I… would be beyond grateful,” Remus replied.  “Anything to keep from accidentally hurting others.”

Remus felt his heart clench at the question.  “Well… it’s certainly not all that pleasant to watch,” he replied, trying to make light of his fast-approaching transformation.  He almost opened his mouth again to ask if Kurt was sure he wanted to do this.  But their was such confidence in the other’s manner - it almost seemed like it would be an insult to ask.

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“Ja, mein kind keep sort of to themselves for now. Humans do not know of us, und as much as we know of witches und wizards as a few times we cross over und meet we.. tend to not talk to much to them.” He shrugged, it was how he knew things his mom, adopted, was a witch. Tail flicked staying where he was for the moment before he licked his lips slowly head tilting to look the man over only sighing through his nose softly. “This is mein true form.” He gave stretching his arms out before giving a wide sweeping bow laughing lightly and standing once more before him head tilting. “Well I am not human, so it does not do anything but really hurt und make me bleed a lot. Sometimes piss me off or turn me on depending on the situation too.” He shrugged huffing a bit as his hand went up to push hair back from his face fluffing it some before smoothing it as best he could. It was curling more then he liked or wanted, but would deal with it later. “Well feral mutants tend to be similar to werewolfs, plus there are diffrent breeds. I handle the supernatural for mein group so ja. That und dealing with things is normal for me.” He shrugged a bit to the idea before looking to him. One night or being chased by a wolf? Well, he could handle that. Licking his lips he eyed over him slowly. “That seems… really stupid they make it where you can not afford it. Sounds like America on health care.” Snorting to the bad joke he hummed a bit thinking for a moment as he shifted on his feet. “I mean, I do not sleep at night normally, I could use the exercise und challenge. Going to guess you are not the Irish kind I can just throw clothes at you und tell you to get your shit together?” Teasing a jest of all things even in the face of something that could, potentially on a bad day, murder him. “Come on Remus it will be fun. Gott knows you do not need more scars as handsome as they are.”

Both of them in hiding (in a manner of speaking?)  Kurt was feeling more and more like a kindred spirit.  It was refreshing to have that sensation of connection after having felt alone for so long.  Remus’ shivered at the thought, pushing it aside to focus on his guest - watching the man bow… listening to his laugh (and admiring the smile that came with it.)  His face flushed lightly as Kurt mentioned being ‘turned on’ by biting.  “Well… I suppose that’s preferable to the alternative…” His words were stammered, heart beating a little faster as he watched the man run a hand over his hair…

“I see,” Remus replied with a soft laugh.  “Well, I suppose it’s good to hear I’m not an… abnormality in your eyes.”  Very good, actually.  It relaxed him in ways the wizard didn’t often allow himself to feel.  He nodded as Kurt commented on the potion, chuckling at the joke about American health care.  “It’s a bit of a paradox, yes.  But not exactly intentional?  Some of the ingredients are very rare, and the potion itself is difficult to brew, so not many are skilled enough to even attempt it...”  He trailed off with a half-hearted shrug.

Kurt made it easy to laugh, despite what was about to happen.  Remus liked that.  “Welsh, I’m afraid.  If only getting rid of lycanthropy were that easy…”  His words stammered to a halt at the compliment, the flush from earlier deepening considerably, no doubt making his scars stand out all the more.  “I… thank you.  There aren’t many who would think so…”  Or say it out loud.  Remus didn’t mind the flirting… was flattered by it.  He just wasn’t used to anyone trying.  Not since…  His chest ached and thoughts of Sirius were quickly buried.

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Remus flushed, a little embarrassed by his own words.  Joe was worth so much more than he had words for.  Anything he compared the other teen to wouldn’t ever be enough. “Thank you,” he whispered, knowing he could never say it too many times.  What would he be doing right now if Joe hadn’t appeared when he did?  Probably letting the fear overtake him, curled up into a ball, fearing his expulsion.  Knowing he had support - REAL support - meant the world to him, and Remus couldn’t help but latch onto it… onto Joe.

“I’d really like for you to stay,” he replied.  “I just don’t want to keep you from school work or anything…”  He didn’t want to cling, either.  After the shock of what had happened - what his friends had done - that was the hardest part because the young werewolf wanted anything that would make him feel less alone… less betrayed.  “And after… that would be wonderful.  I don’t think I’m ready for the Great Hall just yet.  Even once Madam Pomfrey gave him the ‘okay’ Remus wasn’t sure he would be.  Baby steps.  He could do this.  Especially with Joe’s help.  “I guess… if you wanted to bring something easy…” he continued, hesitance in his voice.  “Maybe… um… something with chocolate…?”  The hint of an embarrassed smile flickered across his lips.  “But if not, that’s okay, too…”  Joe’s company was really all he wanted.

“Of course I’m staying, and you don’t have to thank me.” He promises. He smiles softly. “I’ll bring you something easy and something with chocolate- gotta get nutrients before you eat your sweets though.” He teases.

He relaxes a bit and leans closer to Remus. “You can come hangout and study with my friends sometime too if you’d like. Or just us- so long as you’re not alone Remus.” He whispers. “You’ve got me yeah? You don’t have to hide.”

“Just because I don’t have to doesn’t mean I won’t,” Remus replied with a grin.  “I can’t help myself…”  He laughed when Joe started teasing him about nutrients.  “Now you sound like my mum,” he joked.  “But I promise to eat the healthy stuff first…”

So long as he wasn’t alone.  That was all he wanted… all he’d ever wanted.  To not be alone.  He’d let James and Sirius (Peter, too) get away with so much over the years… all because he was afraid of being abandoned… and grateful for being included.  “I’d like that,”  Remus replied.  “I… I don’t want to hide.  I don’t want what’s happened to change things… to change me.”

“Of hiding mein true form ja.” He nodded to that smiling at him warmly before he was going to laugh shaking his head some before moving to push hair back from his face. “It is not normal human technology, it is actually.. from an alien.” He winked at the other smirking a bit as he looked down. “I just learned how it works, shrank it down, und made it where I could wear it as a watch.” He chuckled looking over to him before his head tilting. Honestly telling the other he was from another realm entirely, that there were other worlds, other universes. Well… why not? He wasn’t one to lie.

IT was odd it seemed Remus didn’t have a lot of people trying to do a lot for him. Or maybe that was just him. Watching the other for a moment he was shifting slightly thinking for a moment. “I do not transform. I am also not… human.” He rubbed the back of his neck before looking over to the wolf before smiling at him warmly. “Then you catch me, you bite me und it hurts.. I heal, I get up. Trust me being chased by you as a werewolf is like mein normal Friday night if we are being honest.” He crossed his arms over his chest at that tail flicking behind him as he watched the other before sighing through his nose. “Really Remus I don’t mind, besides was is your normal plan?” He was pushing off from where he was to go back to more or less cleaning around the house not bothered at all, though it seemed the other did a pretty decent job with his magic and he just went to hop up on the table and sit there, kicking his legs as they dangled making more obvious his all to odd feet.

An… an alien?!  That was a little too much for Remus to process.  Amusing, perhaps, given the world he came from - a world which was intentionally kept hidden from most everyone who didn’t live in it.  Who was to say aliens didn’t exist?  Simply because HE’D never seen one wasn’t any different than a muggle thinking vampires didn’t exist simply because THEY’D never seen one.  Still… his knees wobbled at the thought, and he found himself quickly moving to sit in a nearby chair.  “That is… I’m stunned.  I know I shouldn’t be, and yet… alien technology!  Remarkable!  Extraordinary!”

He watched Kurt with wide, curious eyes.  “So this is your true form?  The one you were born with?”  There was no disgust or contempt in his tone, only curiosity and wonder.  His eyes roamed more freely over the dark blue man.  “I imagine that might be the reason you don’t transform, then?  The bite of a werewolf doesn’t affect your blood in the same way it does a wizard or a muggle… quite fascinating…”

“I’m worth ten good pranks?” He’s surprised at that, but it makes his blush deeper. “I just- couldn’t bear to hear you upset.”

“I have herbology in two hours, but I’m sure Madam Pomfrey will let me stay until I have to leave.” He squeezes Remus a little tighter. “I’m free after that too if you want me to bring you anything from the Great Hall.”

Joe doesn’t sleep, so he’s not overly concerned about his homework right now. But he is going to be telling Elizabeth all about how he finally talked to Remus.

Remus flushed, a little embarrassed by his own words.  Joe was worth so much more than he had words for.  Anything he compared the other teen to wouldn’t ever be enough. “Thank you,” he whispered, knowing he could never say it too many times.  What would he be doing right now if Joe hadn’t appeared when he did?  Probably letting the fear overtake him, curled up into a ball, fearing his expulsion.  Knowing he had support - REAL support - meant the world to him, and Remus couldn’t help but latch onto it… onto Joe.