That momentary fear slipped away and Severus became very aware of the dried mess in his underpants and their surroundings. He had no idea what the time was, but it had to be after curfew. He made a face at Remus, frowning lightly because it was just about the only sort of face he really made.

"We have to go back."

Voice of reason? Or insanity? Severus had trouble actually letting go. He was almost desperate to cling. Luckily, pride kicked in again and he sat up, trying to find his shirt in the dark.