Remus had spent the last days on a haze. He had spent close to a full day at an Order safe house receiving a painfully detailed briefing of a mission Moody wanted him to partake in but, evidently, hadn't trusted him to know about until the last possible second. Between the growing pain and the life saving information Moody had been trying to cram into him, the emotional turmoil Remus had been in since kissing Sirius had been forced to take a back seat.<br/>Seeing Sirius, however, pushed everything aside. Remus' eyes darted up at Sirius, and for a brief moment every single of Remus' senses were overpowered by the feeling of having kissed Sirius. During that instance in time, Remus almost looked like he was starving.<br/>The expression passed as quickly as it had come, as Remus had enough self control to look back down to the task ahead. "Hi."<br/>Still clutching  his wand, Remus cast a weak and ill-aimed packing charm. Without folding themselves, pieces of clothing stuffed themselves into his bag. The pieces he missed with the charm, he tossed towards the bag. "You're not staying?" he commented, directed towards Sirius' jacket and scarf.