The tension in the air was absolutely suffocating; even the soft clatter of the keys exchanging hands was so loud it made Remus' ears ring. Though he felt like he was drowning, los at sea, Remus couldn't get himself to reach out for Sirius. The hand off happened without their hands touching, Remus' hand ghosting an inch above Sirius' outstretched palm.<br/>"Don't worry about it," he answered, voice barely there. He couldn't tell whether or not Sirius was being sarcastic; not able to read the tone of their exchange, Remus feared his words had come across as harsh. In an attempt to soften them, he added a little, "I can get new ones."<br/>Whether or not he would survive long enough to even think about his potted plants, time would only tell. Though it had started to feel unlikely, Remus felt like he owed Sirius at least a charade.