The feeling of Sirius' hand in his hair sent a shiver down Remus' spine, and in a brief instance he almost let out a pitiful, moaning<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>. In reality or, at least, in a different lighting, Remus rationally knew Sirius' touch was nothing but a placebo and the relief the embrace allowed was bound to be short lived. He, however, fully relished the dulled pain, however brief it might be.<br/>"No," he instead answered, but his voice remained light and sincere. There was no point in pretending, but there was no resentment or pride audible in his voice; this time around, Remus wasn't keeping anything from Sirius, there just wasn't anything Sirius could do. "I just think the stress amplifies it."<br/>With another deep exhale Remus turned his head slightly, pressing his forehead against the crook of Sirius' neck. The change of position further blocked out the bright kitchen light Remus still sensed from his right, and the new found darkness made his close knitted brow dissolve. "You said you had visited James?"