Remus closes his eyes. He can see it, now; more tiptoeing, more pretend. More moments where Remus looks at Sirius and hurts, then smiles when their eyes meet as if he doesn’t feel his heart breaking. More moments of sitting in his room while Sirius cries alone; or worse, sitting beside him like they had just now, numb and unable to provide any real comfort outside of his presence. More days of failing the man he loves.