"You should be," Severus muttered, climbing out of bed. He stalked over towards Remus, stopping just short of wrapping his arms around the werewolf. "You said a few days. A few days, and it's been twelve." Not that he was counting. "I had no one I could speak to. No one I could ask. I felt something horrible the night of--"

Severus looked down, eyes closing as his fingers pressed against Remus's wrist.

He hadn't heard the howling, so far away, but he had felt the tugging. That horrible longing to be with Remus. Luckily, he was not stupid enough to go and see him. The werewolf could have torn him apart.