Remus loved Tonks. He thought. She was beautiful, clever, funny, and strong, but it was hard to know for sure. He found it hard to see love in the tangle of emotions that war stirred up. Little red threads of passion were lost amongst the gnarled black cords of anxiety and helpless rage. Pink, slender strings of love were snapped by war's fury.
What he did know was that she was here and that she was nearly all he had. He had learned his lesson last time - you clutch what you have, while you have it. While Tonks would have him, he would have her.