[ He can't tell if that was a snap at him for trying to make light of the issue, or if they were joining in with him, and as they sink into silence afterwards, he's left with nothing to do but contemplate whether or not he just accidentally said something tasteless. (Probably not, he decides, because Cairngorm has no probably tearing him a new one when he does or says something they don't like.)

When that last piece finally clicks together and they lean back, Lupin does, too, sinking back into the sofa a little bit with a sigh of his own that quickly turns into a cough. With their memories back, they can probably see that he's looking a little paler than usual, too. All week, he's felt awful - but not awful enough to keep him from doing these things. Lupin isn't a fan of staying in. ]

I can't believe it, either... What a mess.

[ he lifts his head up a bit, looking at them again. Back to normal, save for the unpowdered skin. Normal on the outside, at least. He meets their eyes, rather searchingly. ]

You remember me now, right? [ a beat; he sighs another, smaller sigh. ] I was worried sick when you disappeared, Cairn. Literally.