It was just too much.

Remus's back found a wall and he slid down, exhaustion hitting too hard.

He should run. But without his wand, at least Sirius couldn't kill him.

Now that he wasn't moving, it was easier to see that the past year hadn't been any easier on Remus. Though Sirius likely hadn't expected it to. The light wouldn't pick up the extra strands of white in his blond hair. That would take daylight or much better lighting. But what it did show as Remus crossed his arms on his knees was a few healing cuts on his arms, the sleeves riding up as he put his head down.

"Leave me be, Sirius," he finally said, voice colored with exhaustion from the night before. "Haven't you done enough?"