(Detective x murderer, btw.)

“Morning, sweetheart.”

Remus mutters as you enter your shared kitchen. He was hunched over a book and a page, flipping back and forth between two of the pages. He let out a small groan before allowing his head to smack down again the table. He stayed like that for a moment before picking his head once you say down across from him. He paused, looking down at the page and the book, the page filled with possible answers on who had committed the most reason murder and the book filled with the suspects, then glancing over at you. He was half tempted to ask you if you could help, but that'd be against the rules.. ah, fuck it. Wouldn't be the first time he got you to help with a case,

“Baby, could you come here a moment?”

Immediately, you were at his side, looking down at the items in front of him as he watched you. It was funny how he just assumed you were a good guesser when it came to half his cases

Oh.. if only he knew. Actually, if he was in the right mood when he found out, he'd probably find it hot, because he's... Rightfully delusional, but, still. He gently grabbed your hand as you continued to scan over the suspects.

Who should it be?

You had so much influence over that, it was almost funny. Pulling your chair over so you weren't leaning down, Remus gently placed his forehead on your shoulder, sighing

“Why don't you just take my damn job? You'll probably figure it out in eight seconds now.”

He whines, squeezing your hand lightly as if to sign he's somewhat joking

“I'm the one that went to school for this shit, and here you are, just guessing and getting it right. Unfair.”