Remus was hard to understand.

He was a quiet pushover sometimes, too afraid to make anyone upset, but at other times he could be snappy and standoffish. It was hard to tell which Remus you’d get.

It was even harder to tell if he actually liked you or not. He was nice to everyone, well, he tried to be. When talking to certain people his voice was strained, like he’s stopping himself from saying something. He’d glare at the back of the head when they weren’t looking.

He was just confusing.

Did he like you? Hate you? Find you annoying? He would never tell you himself, and you would never know. It’s like a flip would switch between him being rude to him being sickeningly sweet.

The worst part was that he always had you second guessing his feelings, and he was your boyfriend for crying out loud! He should be able to be open and honest and talk to you? He should trust you, right?

Clearly, he doesn’t.

There’s a tension as he sits next to you on the couch, a stiffness highlighted by the crackling fire. He was hiding something from you.