Remus let out an almost hopeless groan, but halfway through it his voice cracked into a laugh. "You don't have to remind me," he countered, his voice finally sounding pitiful in a way that could only be theatrical. The worse pain had passed, and Remus was now only left with a numbing prickling of his skin.<br/>With a soft exhale, he finally loosened his grip around Sirius, straightening his posture as he did. It would be a le to say , that Siriusø touch hadnøt had a crucial effect on the tension in his back; this became audible as he, now standing upright, took a deep breath so relieved it almost sounded like the first one in ages. Stepping slightly at a distance that permitted him to move his arms freely - though not wishing to do anything that disturbed Sirius' arm around his wast - Remus ran both hands across his scalp.<br/>Remus' hair was growing longer, but with the tight curl of his hair, he knew it barely permitted him to run his hands through it; instead, he wanted to rub away the last remaining tension in his neck. "One day they're going to dig up my bones and be marveled at how a 20 year old could have the joints of a 200 year old."