Remus’ chest was warm against his back, and it was comforting. Safe. It helped soothe the ache he felt without Hermione. He turned around and buried his face into the crook of Remus’ neck, breathing him in while Remus lightly ran his hands up his spine to the hairs at the base of his neck, and back down again. His breath shuddered, both from the intimacy he had been missing for weeks, and from his distress.