Remus was quick to remove his hands from Sirius' face, painfully aware of the fact that Sirius no longer wanted to meet his eye. He felt nauseous, not wanting to be in a context where Remus needed to force Sirius too look at him.<br/>Uncomfortable, Remus took a step out of the embrace.<br/>Rationally, Remus understood Sirius' hurt, yet found himself unable to say anything that could undo without risking ruining Remus in the process. In turn, it made Remus fingers itch, once again wanting to ease the discomfort between them with another gentle touch.<br/>It was, however, painfully clear that his touch was no longer welcomed. It made Remus absolutely sick to his stomach.<br/>"Goodnight," Remus muttered, not knowing what else to say.<br/>By now, he wasn't looking at Sirius either, but still paused in his proximity for the time it took the world to stop spinning. The feeling of regret hit him the same moment the sickening feeling of being<span style="font-style: italic">drunk</span>had impacted his balance, finding that the world was slipping around him now that he was no longer allowed to steady himself against Sirius.<br/>With an awkward little nod, barely casting a glance at Sirius, Remus finally moved. Leaving Sirius behind in the entryway, Remus slipped inside his bedroom, closing the door behind him.