This Yours?

AN: did he wake up on the wrong side of the bed or is something else going on :eyes:

”When’s your next day off?” Remus asked. “Get the weekend off…” Broken mumbled sleepily. “I’ll see if I can change my hours around to get the weekend off, and we can go down to your old town. Just the two of us.” He rubbed his back. “Can’t go anywhere but there…?” Broken whined. “It’s a nice place but I moved for a reason…” a reason you’ll find out… eventually!

”We could. But other places don’t have that little restaurant, the one with all the license plates on the wall.” He said. Broken purred and curled up on top of him. “You liked that place…? It was a hole in the wall…” he teased. “But the food was so good.” Remus tugged on his ear playfully. “I guess if it’s only for the weekend… could stay with me folks ‘nd save on the hotel… gonna burn a lotta gas goin’ down… need to save… money…” Broken drifted off, mumbling to himself.

Remus pried himself free once watching Broken squirm around in his sleep got boring. He hitched a ride downstairs on Oswald, holding onto the wall while it went back up for his chair. Eve stared at him from the couch, she’s just confused. Not worried though. Oswald brought it down and followed him into the kitchen, glaring at Eve. She looked it up and down with disgust.

He poked and prodded around the kitchen for a snack but nothing jumped out. It fell and rolled out of the fridge though. Oswald picked up the bottle and dropped it in Remus’ lap more or less carefully. “Thank you.” He pat its big head and read the label curiously. It was some kind of fancy French brand he wasn’t even going to try and pronounce. But he would keep the bottle so Broken could say it later, he’s got alterer motives.

”Eve?” He poked back into the living room and held up the bottle. “Is this yours?” She looked over. “It is, but I don’t mind sharing if you’d like some.” “Thank you!” He grabbed a glass and settled on the other end of the couch. He… struggled… to get the top off and poured himself a glass. “Top up?” He offered. Remus isn’t dumb nor stupid like certain sleeping cats, he knows Eve wants him dead. And he’s learned a thing or two from Broken, if Eve won’t drink the wine something is definitely up.

But she drank it. If she’d had her bag of tricks from back home we’d have a very different story on our hands, but this was supposed to be a quick trip so no poison, as much as she was kicking herself for the one time she didn’t bring any. They drank their wine and had a civil conversation. No “divorce your husband or I’ll kill you”, more “how was the weather on the drive home” sorts of things. But they did share lots of embarrassing stories about Broken.

Like the time he crashed at Eve’s house with a concussion, and kept trying to hit on her every twenty minutes as if they were strangers. Or when he came home from work three hours later than he was supposed to because he got lost in a city he’d lived in for the majority of his life. And lots and lots of other injury related stories. Mostly about him getting conked in the head so hard he didn’t who people were, and insisting he sleep on the couch because he was “already seein’ somebody who’ll be pissed if I sleep with you” unknowing that he was talking to that exact somebody. This was not a one-off occurrence.

”Oh!” Eve tossed her head back with laughter. “I do doing that quite often as a child, we used to-“ they both looked towards the steps as they creaked and groaned under Broken’s weight. “Hello dear.” Remus hummed into his cup. “Hey…” he rubbed his eyes, freezing in his tracks as he took in the scene. The two bottles of wine on the table, the TV turned off, Remus snuggled up in a blanket with a drink in his hand, and Eve. His pupils turned to slits. “Eve…”