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Just a Drizzle
As if it weren't bad enough already, it starts to rain. But no, it's not even a proper downpour, which would match their tempers and perhaps water them down. Just a thin, irritating drizzle.
They walk faster, hands in their pockets, tense shoulders, eyes fixed on the ground. For a second — perhaps out of habit — Remus feels like trying again, and even saying sorry first, because of course neither of them wanted to— But no, he's too tired for this.
"I'm leaving," he says instead.
Sirius just nods and strides on, the keys to their flat ringing in his pocket.