He took another swig of his Firewhisky before putting his head back in his hands. He knew he was supposed to report to Shell Cottage with the rest of the Order over an hour ago, but he needed some time to himself before they went back to Hogwarts. His mind brought him back to the conversation he had with Padfoot earlier that day, one in which Sirius all but convinced him that he was most likely going to die tomorrow, and that he needed to confess his feelings for Hermione as soon as possible. Sirius was convinced that he should have sealed their bond by now on the off chance that if they do both in fact perish tomorrow, at least their souls would be together "beyond the veil’. Remus thought it was all bullshit. What was he supposed to do? Grab his witch and take her up against the nearest wall? That was not an option for a multitude of reasons. He audibly groaned, lost in his self-pity, he didn’t immediately notice the shift in the air around him.