Severus hadn't been able to eat. He hadn't been able to sleep. Paranoia was the game from the night before, carried on to the morning because Severus had arrived early and was, therefore, waiting for Remus. He expected all of the Marauders to jump out at him for snogging Remus, or expected no one to show up at all.

Seeing the werewolf...with sticky buns...made Severus sigh in audible relief. Who brought sticky buns to an ambush?

Curling his fingers against his palm, Severus headed towards the other boy at double time, stopping just short or running into him. He lifted his hand to place it on Remus's chest, hesitated, and then looked up into his eyes instead. "Morning', Lupin."