[He nods, tightly--still looking away from Remus, still with his shoulders held high and his mouth tight. Another beat and he shoves his fingers through his hair again.]
I'm not going to go make nice with him. [I can't; he doesn't add it, but it's true.] I'm keeping away, until we get everything-- sorted.
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I'm not going to go make nice with him. [I can't; he doesn't add it, but it's true.] I'm keeping away, until we get everything-- sorted.