Remus still laid there, nearly as stiff as a board. He was more afraid about moving. Like if he sat up, he'd spill his guts about everything and he couldn't. Even with the way Sirius was looking at him, he'd lose it forever if he knew.

He slowly shook his head. The momentary openness suddenly gone. "My life, Sirius. My life is exceedingly complicated, and you don't even know what you're feeling. You only come to me during the full moon. You're only affected by the fact that I can't control my own hormones and they're radiating off of me." He said.

It was the only explanation Remus could give for why his very straight friend could feel anything for him. Maybe if he accepted it, then Remus could go on with his life. He was used to being the lonely one. The one with all the secrets. The one they protected.