[His nose wrinkles a little, trying to decide if he's being dismissed--and then he decides he doesn't care, there was an I love you in there, and anyways Remus is smiling at him, and how can he resist a bid to feed him? So he crawls up, carefully holding the tray aloft--and, once he's settled, he breaks off a bit of toast crust and holds it out to him.]
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I love you too, by the way.