Sirius' words made Remus heart ache, a sharp pain to his chest. He closed his eyes, brows furrowing as he raked his mind for anything that was right to say. Looking back up at Sirius felt raw and intimidating, and though Remus did, eventually, open his eyes, they remained hesitantly directed towards their hands.<br/>With a shaky inhale, Remus shifted, adjusting his jacket with half a shrug in order to free his other hand from the drooping length of the sleeve; this hand, too, wrapped around Sirius'.<br/>As he tugged Sirius' hand closer, Remus could feel the trembling breathing of a choked sob reflect in a slight tremor of his hands. Gingerly, Remus untangled his fingers from Sirius, in order to instead press a kiss to Sirius' palm. It had only been minutes since Sirius had helped dress his wounds, but in that moment Remus could only think of a blur of 10 years of full moons.<br/>Muttering against Sirius' skin, Remus repeated the half he knew quickly was solidifying into an eternal fact. "I'm yours, Sirius."