The Brain
“Hey lupin, lock the door will ya?”
“Yeah, sure James.”
Remus, clad in his pyjamas padded over to the door and flicked the lock.
wrong.
Fuck not now, please. He had done such a good job hiding it, hiding everything. His breath coming a little faster now, he unlocked the door before locking it again.
wrong.
It felt like his organs were squirming inside of him. He repeated the motion. Unlock, lock again.
wrong.
Breathing heavily, Remus wrung his hands and tried to take a step away from the door and toward his bed.
It's not locked Remus, you know that! You did it wrong.
his spine went taught and he turned back t the door. unlock. Lock again. Unlock, lock again. Unlock, lock again. But still, it was wrong. So he did it again, five more times really, then he turned, eye closed and jaw clenched to get into bed.
He made it three steps this time.
You have to fix it. It’s wrong. It’s all wrong.
No no no I locked it I did.
Did you? I don't think you did.
Remus cursed the gaslighting asshole who lived in his head and turned back to the door. Unlock. Lock again.
Maybe?
Two steps.
Nope.
Unlock, lock, unlock, lock unlock, lock, unloc-
“Mates he’s gone loopy.” Peters's hushed whisper dug at him but didn’t pause his repetition. Lock, unlock, lock, unlo-
“Err Rem?” James spoke up in a louder tone. “You alright there mate?”
Lock, unlock. lock.