The sound of somebody else's voice made Remus' entire body flinch, his body reacting far quicker than his mind could process the word which had been spoken. Instinctively, he turned towards the sound, a startled expression painted across his features. One hand had grasped into the thin air across his chest, gripping for his wand out of sheer muscle memory.<br/>The same moment he realized the wand was on the floor with his coat, was the same moment he seemed to recognize the face peering out on him from the living room.<br/>For a brief second his adrenaline surged, the only thing going through Remus' mind was how he had survived this long only to be killed in his own foyer. Now, as his body realized the immediate threat had passed, every single muscle ached out of the sheer strain put on them by the scare. The look of fright gave way for a pure look of exhaustion.<br/>Shifting his stance and letting his hand fall to his side. The sight of Sirius was absolutely incomprehensible, partially because he hadn't expected the other to be here - partially because Remus hadn't been certain Sirius was alive.<br/>"Hi, Pads."<br/>Remus' voice was barely a whisper, his voice too strained with pent up emotion to truly sound relieved. It was, however, the only emotion Remus could fully distinguish. He couldn't express the relief that bubbled through him, realizing that they had made it and that they were both here back in his entryway after what felt like a lifetime apart. Yet, in spite of his relief, Remus didn't dare cross the distance between them.