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"Remus?"
He's standing by the window, peering out at the yard. The rain keeps drumming against the panes in a steady rhythm. We should stay in bed today, drink hot chocolate and play chess, and make love.
He shakes his head, not looking at me. "It's all wrong."
I know.
"It's all wrong, Sirius, they're wrong. I am not—"
The traitor. I know, and when he turns to me I can't stand the desperation in his eyes.
"Sirius," he whispers. "I love you."
I know.
I come to stand next to him and look out at the darkening sky.
