Nearly nose to nose, Severus sucked in a breath. A few of the globes of light winked out from lack of concentration, allowing the waning moon's light to dash itself through dusty, cob wedded windows.

Molasses and oil coated his limbs, or at least, that's what Severus felt like. His hand moved across his chest, fingers curling around Remus's wrist on the opposite shoulder. The idea had been to pry him off. At first.

And now he wasn't so sure what he was doing until his lips moved. "I'm all right," he whispered, repeating what Remus had said. His ears were fine.