He stood his ground, breathing hard in front of Snape. His eyes were trained on him and he could feel where his wand was if need be. "So you like being miserable then? Not having any friends, always peering into some cauldron day in and day freaking out? You like being a bigot and constantly sucking up to people that if they knew that you weren't a pureblood would rather see you dead? Always seeking some sort of recognition for the pitiful life you lead? Yeah, that sounds bloody fun." He said, letting the words spill out.

He stopped at that. He had to. Remus was becoming meaner and he didn't like it. He would not become like Severus, saying things purely to hurt the other. That wasn't his intent.

Truth was, he was confused about all of it. He watched as Snape's eyes lowered and swallowed. "Despite it all, I like doing this. Whatever this is--" He gestures to the both of them. "I'm not scared to admit it, but I just don't..."

He growled out of frustration. "I can't be whatever it is with you if you can't at least respect me. I'm not asking for anything either. But this constant back and forth between the both of us is maddening. I'm in either a fowl mood or a great mood and it's all because of you! Whatever you did that day, for the past week."

There were far too many emotions running around in his head at the moment. He was still so angry at Snape for what happened. He was glad he didn't stomp away and came back. He was afraid that Snape would still say something harsh and criticizing for what he just said to him. There was a lot. But the look on his face was vulnerable, his hazel eyes round and looking up into Snape's dark eyes - similar to the day the other bruised his ribs.