Their conversation had Remus on edge, feeling how they were beginning to circle a conversation Remus felt completely unprepared to have. Sirius wasn't saying anything Remus hadn't heard before, in one phrasing or another, but ever since their kiss, the same expressions of affection felt heavy with unsaid emotions. It sent Remus' head spinning.<br/>"I know," was all Remus could muster. It was low and soft; what he really wanted to say was me neither.<br/>His mind felt clouded with adrenaline and fever, and he found it difficult looking directly at Sirius. Instead, his eyes were staring aimlessly at the ruffled duvet where the suitcase had been only moments before. "Do I come across as if I don't?"<br/>His voice wasn't accusing; when he once again looked at Sirius he almost looked regretful. Ever since the war had gotten a proper hold of them, every outwardly expressed emotion felt out of Remus control, almost like an out of body experience. In that moment, he looked like he genuinely needed an answer.<br/>Though he felt silent, it was still clear that his mind was going a thousand miles an hour, going back through endless, clouded memories. "Like I don't care, I mean -"<br/>He looked back up at Sirius. The stutter was reflected in his eyes, seeming like he had realized the fact that he had talked himself into a corner. That further served to soften his voice. He shifted his stance, uncertaintly and out on deep waters. "You said I didn't let you love me."