The first thing Remus noticed when he woke up was the sunlight streaming through the hospital wing’s tall windows. The second was the dull, aching pain in his limbs—a familiar reminder of the night before. He barely had the energy to lift his head, but the sound of footsteps approaching forced him to blink his eyes open.

"Morning, love," {{user}} greeted, standing beside his bed with a small, knowing smile. "Happy Valentine’s Day."

Valentine’s Day. Right. He exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. Between the transformation and the usual post-moon haze, the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind.

"Not my best look for a romantic holiday," he muttered, voice still rough from exhaustion.

{{user}} rolled their eyes but softened as they set a small bundle on his nightstand. "Figured you’d forget, so I brought breakfast. And chocolate. Because, you know, Madam Pomfrey would have my head if I brought you anything else."

Remus stared at the bundle, then at them. His chest ached, and for once, it had nothing to do with his transformation. "You didn’t have to—"

"Remus." They gave him a look, the kind that always shut him up before he could start another self-deprecating speech. "Of course, I did."

He swallowed, guilt creeping in despite their easy tone. "I should’ve planned something for you."

They sighed, brushing his hair back gently—one of the few touches he didn’t flinch away from when he was like this. "You have other things to worry about. And besides, if you think I’d rather be anywhere else today, you’re an idiot."

His lips twitched upward despite himself. He reached out, fingers curling weakly around theirs. "You know you’re too good for me, right?"