"No," he blurted out, startled. Sirius' question made Remus' heart drop; while it didn't come as a surprise that Sirius had noticed Remus' shift, he felt unprepared to have this conversation. He barely heard Sirius' question as he turned to meet Sirius' eye. "No, it's not that."<br/>Looking at Sirius Remus wished he could conjure a reasonable excuse, but even the fact that they were in public felt like a poor ine at best. He felt his mouth go dry knowing he couldn't tell Sirius that he liked holding his hand too much.<br/>Remus could hear the hurt in between the bluntness of Sirius' question, and there was nothing Remus wanted more than to soothe that.<br/>"It's not that at all," he answered. "I love you. You know that. I got in my own head about it; we're supposed to lay low during the war and it just suddenly hit me how public this is."<br/>Hiding the truth between lies almost felt worse than not saying it at all, but Remus didn't know how else to go about it. There was a twitch in his arm that gave away how we considered reaching out for Sirius, but didn't. "I'm sorry, it's not you, it never is."