Sirius jerked when Remus punched the wall. That was enough to break whatever trance he'd been in. He instinctively reached out, started to say "Moony," before his will left him. When Remus turned on him with that look in his eyes, Sirius wanted to curl up into a ball as he had in Azkaban. No one was watching then. No one cared. If he did that now, Remus would always despise him for that as well.
He knew he deserved every word, even if it wasn't true, and the anger, because it was. But he couldn't let Remus believe that.
"I love you! It wasn't a game!" Sirius snapped.
As he spoke, almost without thinking, he had already stretched out his hand. He might be unarmed, but Sirius had been skilled enough wizard not to need a wand. With a gesture and a mumbled word, the injury on Remus's hand began to heal. Ironically, one of Sirius's specialties had always been healing. It seemed even Azkaban and the effects of the Stuff hadn't rid him of that.
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He knew he deserved every word, even if it wasn't true, and the anger, because it was. But he couldn't let Remus believe that.
"I love you! It wasn't a game!" Sirius snapped.
As he spoke, almost without thinking, he had already stretched out his hand. He might be unarmed, but Sirius had been skilled enough wizard not to need a wand. With a gesture and a mumbled word, the injury on Remus's hand began to heal. Ironically, one of Sirius's specialties had always been healing. It seemed even Azkaban and the effects of the Stuff hadn't rid him of that.