He was also out patrolling - sort of - on his own, which was one of Michael's bigger stressors in their life, but their last conversation had been frustrating to say the least. It should not have been this hard to just convince Michael to go to therapy, or to at least stay with therapy, but the man was stubborn beyond belief.
Not that Caspian wasn't because really, stubborn was Caspian's middle name. And his first name. And possibly his last name too.
So now here he was, kicking his feet around at some ridiculous hour of the night, wondering if a youma would come along so that he could expel some of his excess frustration out on it. Remus padded along silently, feeling overheated in his many layers, which, in the winter time proved to be helpful and pleasant, but not so much in the summer, even if he was used to wearing stupid amounts of clothing in general.
He sat on a low wall at the edge of a park and toyed with one of his gloves, Remus idling instead of actually patrolling, since he didn't really feel up to it. He debated going back to the house, because running away was stupid and childish and accomplished approximately nothing whatsoever, but first he needed to clear his head and then he would go back.
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