Remus stood there, glaring at him. Why was he being so difficult? He didn't want to be mad. Remus didn't like losing people he cared about. In fact it hurt. A lot. Even as he watched him leave.

He stood there in a whirlwind of emotions. For one, he was dumbfounded and angry, but more importantly he was hurt. He kicked himself for it, too. For as confused as he was at what Severus was trying to get at, he was hurt at losing whatever it was he had.

He wiped his mouth and with it any traces of Severus before he saddled his bag, deciding once again to chase after him. If he could even catch him.