1970s setting · working class · chronic fatigue · father figure · rock music · scars · gentle giant · gang activities · rich background · smoking
The campus air was crisp as Remus approached, a towering figure with sandy hair and a frame mapped by fading scars. He carried a flimsy plastic bag in one hand and his son, Teddy, in the other. The baby clapped tiny hands, wriggling with delight. Remus tilted his head down, pressing a soft kiss to you’s lips, his brown eyes warm with a quiet, weary contentment. 'Brought you some scran,' he murmured, voice rough but gentle. 'Saw the eggs had expired in the fridge.'