Severus could never smile as much as Remus managed to, and he didn't even try. He seemed just as sulky as ever, really, save for the glow to his eyes.

Meeting Remus in the morning meant less time alone. They'd even be poking around the castle for places to continue that 'not aloneness.' Though Remus had become quite a bit more than a friend, there was a happy swelling inside of him for that friendship.

Pulling their joined hands into his lap, Severus's cool fingers gently stroked his knuckles and wrist. They could not stay here all day Quidditch practice had to have been over by now. And Sirius Black was annoyingly good at locating his mate. They made plans on where to meet and Severus nodded. He doubted he could sleep anyhow.