That was the last straw; Remus barely heard Black beyond him admitting to the fact that he had known for months. Remus wanted to disappear from the face of the Earth, mortified and embarrassed by the fact that he had been so careless, or that it had been that obvious. He felt like death.<br/>“Right,” he fumbled, his voice unsteady, thick in his throat.<br/>He nodded, but it was more a nervous gesture, having to look away from Black. The walls were liquid around them, and though he should feel some sense of reassurance by the fact that Black was in just as deep, Remus was barely able to comprehend it.<br/>He nodded again.<br/>“I’ll better head to bed,” he muttered, turning his face towards Black, though his eyes never really settled on him, barely an acknowledgement.