Because I was afraid you were going to tell me that you'd rather be with Black. It was a mental confession. The best that could be done now. Severus tugged Remus close to him again, greedily kissing his rough lips.

Losing Remus was not an option, not anymore. As pathetic as Severus thought it to be, he couldn't manage to breathe if he thought they'd be otherwise.

The kiss was short, if only because he was sure he was hurting Remus. If his face was scarred like that, his body had to be worse.

And he'd go through it again in two weeks.