He still didn't move. His chest and legs ached too much. At least that's what he told himself. He attempted to stretch, make sure nothing was too badly damaged. Remus let out another groan.

The Gryffindor gave Severus a smile at that. "I wasn't trying, I swear. I actually prefer to not get injured - as odd as a concept as that is." He said with a half shrug.

It was then he noticed his robes were sprawled out around him and his shirt had managed to rise up over his stomach. Severus was still on top of him and probably couldn't see, but he would when he got up. He peeled one of his hands off of Severus' back and attempted to push his old, ratty sweater back over his stomach, concealing the scars and cuts underneath.