Remus had no idea what his mood was supposed to be any more or how he was supposed to approach life in general. Was he supposed to seize the day? Because that required far more energy than he had. Was he wasting it with all of this hopeless chasing work stuff? He wanted a job, he wanted a normal life but maybe he just didn't get that any more. His apartment rent was four weeks late, he was on the verge of being evicted and his life was kind of stagnant so honestly, the energy of 'seize the day, for tomorrow you will die' was a lot for him.

So instead, he was slumped in a train seat, half asleep, very aware that people were avoiding sitting by him. He was pale and looked like shit so clearly no one wanted to disturb him. He had nodded off at some point and now he had no idea where he was on the train or what to even do about it.

Or if he even cared.

Where did the train even end? Maybe he could just to go to the end of the line and then go back? Seemed warmer and nicer than his place and who cared if they fined him for no ticket? He had fuck all money for them to get from him.

Yawning, the train came to a stop and he tilted his head out, reading the sign and then lowered his head again. Yep. Definitely missed his stop. Ah well.