Severus makes the softest of sounds when they disengage, eyes flickering up and over Sirius until they hit the sky above. He closes them afterward and sighs, uncurling, tense muscles relaxing.

He was the first to speak in the end, trying to edge off something that could break his heart. He couldn't stand the thought of being left. Everyone left him. Severus sat up and grabbed his shirt.

"Business as usual tomorrow then," he muttered.