Having sensed Sirius getting up out of the corner of his eye, Remus had quickly come to term with the fact that Sirius intended to punch him. In the back of his mind, beneath the heat of his anger, he figured he had had it coming. Remus readily turned towards Sirius.<br/>When Sirius raised his hands at him, Remus instinctively and with wartorn reflexes reached up to grab at Sirius' right wrist, wanting at least to soften the blow from Sirius' dominant hand to his jaw. The softness of Sirius' words, however, hit Remus much harder than any punch Sirius could have landed.<br/>Under Sirius' touch any anger and frustration melted away, leaving only an expression transparently reflecting every single ounce of pain Remus was in. His mind was racing trying to make sense of Sirius' words, his lips coming undone far before he finally spoke.<br/>"You don't love me." Remus' voice was shaky and painfully vulnerable, resonating with years of hurt and neglect; Remus was, however, genuine. Feeling uneasy under Sirius' touch and gaze, Remus couldn't make sense of Sirius' words being truthful.