Sirius kissed her on the cheek and rushed back down the beach, moving with a fire and urgency that he hadn’t ever felt before, and his mind raced. He’d tell Remus, tell him right now. He couldn't wait to tell him everything, that he’d stopped pretending a long time ago. But when he got back to the cottage, Remus wasn’t outside on the beach anymore. He wasn’t on the patio, and he wasn’t in the living room, either.