The toughest time of the month, every month, was when Remus had to transform. It was an anxious time for everyone, and it was hard to imagine how painful it must have been for your best friend.

You snuck out early in the morning, the sun was poking just over the horizon. It would’ve been the perfect time to come and visit your friend, so you grabbed a small pack and shifted into your animagi form, venturing off into the woods to see him.

Remus was sprawled out on the thin mattress when you got there, curled up into a ball. You slid in through the window as a golden retriever, to which he gave you a nod to show he knew you were there, the pack hanging from your mouth by the strap.

You set it down gently at the foot of the bed before turning into a human, shuffling through the pack and pulling out a blanket. Remus was shivering as you set the blanket over him and he quickly pulled it over himself, muttering a thanks to you.

“How’re you feeling, Moony?” You asked gently, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, not wanting to take up too much space.

Remus muttered something, and chose to use your lap as pillow rather than the actual smaller pillow you were laying out for him. But you let him, whatever was more comfortable. He became particularly sensitive to fabrics and textures at this time

“I’m so tired, {{user}},” he snuggled up closer to you, which isn’t something he’d do often. He usually avoided instigating physical touch and affections, even though he craved it he was scared of it.

You hummed softly as you ran a hand through his hair and he let out a sigh, you hoped he found some comfort in your presence. You saw Remus’s eyes flicker over to the pack you’d brought, as if asking what you’d brought over silently.

“Books, blankets, sweets, hot chocolate in a flask and I brought your favourite toast in a small box too,” you told him, your voice soft as ever.

“No cigarettes?” He mumbled.

“No cigarettes,” you repeated firmly. You were always that kind of friend, he sighed but thanked you anyway.