Three days had passed since that night. Sirius had been tiptoeing around Remus, not speaking, the fear in his eyes so reminiscent of the one he got after a Christmas at Grimmauld. It was becoming too much, the tension was suffocating them both. Remus served dinner that night with a deep breath, summoning courage from someone high above them both. Maybe the heavens, maybe James, either way he needed it sent down ASAP.