Severus was still working on that part. Respect was not always so easily given because he himself had none. It would change one day, he was still so sure of it.

Having never been a tactile creature, having always shied away from prolonged touching, Severus's hand lingered in Remus's. As much as the werewolf liked to touch him, the glowering boy with the deep, staring eyes felt much the same way without even admitting it to himself.

"I...suppose there's hope for Hogwarts solidarity," he murmured. "There's...at least one Gryffindor that isn't an outright git."