Eventually, Severus managed to close his eyes. Remus's spell had broken, though the tremble in his hand and the quickening of his breath could only mean one thing. He swallowed hard. Only here, in the strange darkness, in a room that had been torn to pieces by a crazed and hurting werewolf, could Severus feel so-- Enamored.

This feeling was the same feeling Lily Evans use to give him when she put band-aids on his cuts or made him little cloth dolls that were suppose to represent them both so he'd remember he had a friend.

Severus cracked, pressing his forehead upwards against Remus's. It wasn't bad to want a connection, was it? And he certainly had one with Remus. No denying it now.

"Maybe...we should just try again tomorrow. Don't want a tail, do I..."