Remus exhaled a shaky breath when Sirius not only broke the kiss, but also addressed the elephant in the room; the undeniable fact, that Remus was hurting.<br/>"No," Remus lied, quickly, not keen to entertain this conversation. Wanting to shift focus, Remus carded both hands through Sirius' hair, resettling his them on he nape of Sirius' neck. Not wanting Sirius to get a chance to interject, Remus tipped his head to one side, once again meeting Sirius' lips with his own.<br/>While the tightness of Sirius' embrace sent his already feverish head spinning, then Remus didn't feel prepared to admit that he hated being touched. Deep in the pit of is subconsciousness, Remus desperately craved Sirius' touch, yet, especially on the night on the moon, Remus loathed being reminded of the poor state of his being.