They looked at each other, standing there in the middle of the garden. They were surrounded by people, some even brushing against them as they walked past, but neither seemed to notice. Their bodies were still wound together, and the world seemed to quiet all around them. Sirius could feel the rising and falling of Remus’s chest against him and could almost imagine the thrumming of blood in his veins. He reached up and brushed an errant curl off of Remus’s face, and thought he imagined Remus’s eyes flutter shut at his touch, just for a moment.