Sirius' words seemed to have struck a nerve with Remus, making him flinch under the rawness of Sirius' voice. For a moment, the most immediate anger gave away for a genuine look of surprise, making it painfully obvious that Remus had no prepared answer to that. He just looked like he had never been confronted with the points Sirius were making.<br/>Swallowing his pride, Remus clenched his teeth. The flexing of his jaw gave away how his mind was going a thousand miles an hour and still coming short of an appropriate answer.<br/>Feeling flushed and overwhelmed by Sirius' questions, Remus ducked his head, looking for something that would justify not having to look at Sirius.<br/>"You're wasting your time worrying," Remus deflected. His voice had softened considerably, now sounding more exhausted than angry. In the pit of his stomach, he very well knew why Sirius’ care and worry made Remus tense up; he barely cared or worried about himself.<br/>Still avoiding the other's eye, Remus had been doing the clasps of his bag, but with his wand no longer within reach, Remus was unable to charm it to shrink to a manageable size, at least in his condition. With a tired look of defeat, he finally stopped fidgeting to once again look at Sirius.<br/>"I just don't want you to get hurt over things neither of us can change," he admitted, figuring, in his sickly haze, that that was part of the truth.