Yet again, Remus found that all he could do not to well up with tears was to close his eyes shut. He felt old beyond his age, knowing he had no choice but to follow orders and leave Sirius behind. For a brief moment of clarity, all Remus could think was how he wished he could act his age and hide.<br/>Eyes still shut, a frown was yet again forming between his brow. Sirius voice and words were spilling over with unsaid conversations, and Remus could cry at the knowledge that time had run out for them. Somewhere deep in his appartment, the wall cluck struck the hour, and Remus knew reality had finally caught up with them.<br/>As he opened his eyes, Remus only actually allowed himself to properly look at Sirius for a fraction of a second. Eyes reddening and glassy with tears, Remus' right hand reached out for the nape of Sirius' neck, leaning in to press a kiss to Sirius' forehead. In parallel, his grip around Sirius' hand tightened.<br/>Though letting go of Sirius' hand felt like letting go of his lifeline itself, Remus only allowed himself to linger long enough blink away the forming tears. With no other words nor gazed, Remus withdrew himself, eliminating all physical contact in one shift motion. Without looking at Sirius, Remus apparatred with a loud crack.