The silence was maddening.
Remus was so used to something - to anything - that the silence that froze the room chilled his bones and froze his blood.
The chill of the silence was unusual, because he was used to the warmth of secret kisses and drunken promises, and the fire of midnight meetings and the nobody has to find out.
And the silence was all his fault.
Because he would rather stay silent than be public, whereas Sirius had no qualms whatsoever about letting the world know what exactly conspired behind closed doors. Remus thought doors were closed for a reason - if they wanted people to know, they would leave the door open.
He remembered quite vividly the last thing Sirius had said, only hours before when he was only an arms reach away.
"You wanted silence, Moony, you got it."
Monthly Slash-tastic Drabble Comp, #4. Ultimate Shipping Comp, Wolfstar. ;)