When Sirius retrieved his arms, Moony reluctantly turned to a three quarter view; fully facing Sirius felt too daunting. Brushing the back of his gloved hand beneath his nose, Moony sniffled, his nose running either due to the cold or the sensitivity of the situation.<br/>And then Sirius told him he loved him.<br/>Caught so off guard it seemed to push the tears away, Moony just gawked at Sirius. His hand was still practically at eyelevel, and not knowing what else to do, he once again brushed snot from his cupids bow. He felt like every single atom in his body held enough energy to threaten to come apart, too many emotions going through him to distinctly feel any of them.<br/>Perhaps, the only true thought going through Moony's head was that he couldn't say it back; that if he did, Sirius would hear how different it sounded. Because, deep down, Moony knew they meant it in different ways.<br/>"I miss you, too," Moony instead replied, his voice fragile. Though his eyes stung, there were still no tears in them as he sniffled again.