Severus took a step back. He frowned, moreso than usual, and shrugged. "Fine, suit yourself," he muttered and turned back around.

Remus was moody and Severus positively itched for him. Every fiber of his being wanted the close by werewolf to touch him. But that? That'd be as good as suicide right now.

He didn't bother saying another word to the boy, even though he lingered just after dinner in the hall, hoping to catch him before he went to the Shack.