The question, the<span style="font-style: italic">name</span>, made ice run through Remus’ veins, a violent and immediate feeling of panic. Every boundary that had grown fuzzy over the course of the past months was suddenly redrawn, hurled back to the very beginning.<br/>“No,” he blurted out, instincts far quicker than his mind, the reply the same to Sirius as to anyone else who had asked him that question.<br/>Immediately after, a rush of heat flooded Remus’ being, his cheeks flushing with a sense of embarrassment. Physically needing to distance himself, he straightened his posture, unable to meet Sirius’ eye. “Sorry, no.”