No longer holding Remus in his arms felt like Sirius just had lost something very important in his life. He knew that there was a very real risk that that was all it would take to ruin 10 years of friendship, just one kiss, yet he couldn’t find it in himself to fully regret it. All that he did regret was that he didn’t get to kiss Remus for longer than he had.<br/>He had barely even noticed what Moody’s patronus had said, only vaguely something about christmas, having been too busy caught up in his own head. It was only when Remus said that he had to go that Sirius fully woke up again.<br/>He felt like he had to do some damage control before Remus left, but he had absolutely no idea of how to go about that.<br/>“Right,” he stated, trying hard to control his urge to reach out and pull Remus close to him again. He didn’t care what Moody wanted Remus for, he just knew that he needed to have Remus close to him and he needed it badly.<br/>Yet, his hands remained dormant along his sides, not wanting to mess up even more up than he already had. It seemed completely impossible to see a way out of this that wouldn’t end with a ruined friendship and the mere idea of losing Remus like that left a knot in Sirius’ stomach.<br/>“Happy Christmas.”