Remus nodded, sitting on the bottom step as to put on his own shoes, taking Andromeda’s own actions as a cue. "I thought the same thing. When he first arrived I didn’t recognise him. He was skin and bones. It took me I almost cried when he put his jacket on for the first time. I thought it would bring him back to life again, it did the opposite. It was his life that was in the jacket, not the other way around." He gave her a small smile. "It’s fitting him better now, doesn’t look borrowed anymore. Sometimes he’ll even wear one of James’ old tshirts under it, when it’s a good day. His smile is less sad, more content. He cooks, badly, and he jokes. It took him a while, Andi, but he’s still there."