*The barman brings him a pint - the usual, they're that well known here - and Remus's faint smile of gratitude turns a bit sad as he looks back to Peter.*

What? When we used to come here and I'd steal bourbon while Sirius and James distracted the barkeep? Or the campfires, or sneaking around school?

*He takes a sip, and the alcohol burns where his throat is still raw from the full moon, and his smile saddens further.*

Every day.