Harry, Remus, and a grey jumper. mild Lupin/Harry
It was all so very innocent.
Lupin always wore a worn grey jumper, frayed on the edges and falling apart. And when they talked, Harry's hand would flex, fingers wanting to reach out and pull off those wayward threads until none remained.
So one day, he did.
He had reached out and pulled slowly. Watched the thread pull loose and suddenly realized Lupin was watching him. His hand had jerked against his will, making skin brush against skin.
And then it had become not quite so innocent.
And maybe it was because they had both lost a part of themselves in one horrible night. Or because Harry looked so much like his father and Remus had known him so well, had been a part of /him/. Or maybe it had been something else completely.
Harry still blamed the jumper.
AN: Gift drabble for penm.