Remus scoffed at that, audibly not very satisfied by that interpretation. As he did, his hands changed motions, gently loosening his grip around Sirius' shoulders, and instead folded out the creased he had created with the flats of his palms.<br/>"How fortunate," he just commented without any desire to go further into it. No matter how much Remus objected against the precautions Sirius took regarding Remus' mental health, he also knew that they stemmed from a genuine place. It was, however, not fun not being allowed to be part of the joke.<br/>Remus was, however, abruptly torn out of that trail of thought.<br/>There was no mistaking the silver hare leaping over the bush. Remus caught a glimpse of it over Sirius' shoulder, moments before it ducked and crossed a flower bed, moving towards the patio door. Despite how much Remus wished it to be a snowshoe hare, he immediately recognized it as Marlene McKinnons comparatively discrete patronus.<br/>"We've got to go," Remus said breathlessly, feeling like he had just received a punch to the gut. Inelegantly, Remus freed himself from Sirius' embrace, moving towards the garden door to let the patrons in.