Remus’ eyes darted to the stranger, a brief flash of discomfort passing through his expression; to him, the plea not to touch anything had included an order to stay put.<br/>Eventually deciding it wouldn’t be worth the energy to impose proper boundaries upon a man who carried himself so completely unaware of himself, Remus simply returned to his work, eyes dipping to the bolt he was unscrewing. It brought an awkwardness to Remus’ movements, not used to carrying out his work under such great scrutiny.<br/>Silence once again fell over the cottage, the only thing audible being the clicks of the telescope as it rotated. Up until then, Remus had barely glanced out of the ceiling hutch, mouth dry and uncomfortable.<br/>When he did, his expression remained blank, entirely uneventful as he scanned the night sky for the Big Dog, hand on his equipment to do the necessary adjustments.<br/>A sense of dread finally got a hold of his throat, a horrible realisation of the fact that the constellation had become indistinguishable against the night sky, the stars lost to him.<br/>It made Remus glance over at the blond man beside him, and for the first time yet, there was a flicker of fright in his expression as he did. Clumsily, Remus abandoned the telescope to instead climb onto his desk, intent on crawling onto the roof.<br/>“Come,” he ordered as he pulled himself through the hutch, decisive despite the slight shake of his voice.