[He will perhaps never see his friends again, no, and if he does, he'll be older than them now. Older than Lily and James, at least. And Sirius. Oh, Sirius. He's still alive, back home, but what kind of a life does he have, on the run from the Ministry of Magic, one of the most wanted men in all of the wizarding world, falsely accused and with no hope of proving his innocence save for catching Peter again, a task easier said than done. He was a Marauder after all - he might have needed the most help in school out of all of them, but there were reasons that they'd kept Pete around, all those years, and they certainly wouldn't have suffered his company if he was an idiot.

Remus lets Hermione stroke her hands through his hair, he lets her put her hands on his face and shuts his eyes as her forehead touches his. He has to remind himself that she is only ten, thirteen years younger than him these days, and considering their ages, that's not that much of a difference at all. He is young still, even if he feels so old.]

I'm not sure you really want that. To hear what I have to say. Not really. I wouldn't want to trouble you any more than I already have...