Remus started at the sound of his window crashing open. His book dropped with a thud onto the duvet and he clutched his wand tightly. "R-Re?" Remus let out a sigh of relief, before the fright flooded back into his mind again. "Sirius? What are you doing here?" Remus peered over the edge of the bed and instantly knew why. The spit lip, bloody nose, wide, frightful eyes. "Oh, fuck, Merlin Pads," Remus fell to his knees in front of Sirius, taking his shaking body in his arms. He felt Sirius fist the material of his shirt, and held him tighter, rubbing a hand along his spine. "I had to leave - they- I don't-" Remus shushed him, kissing his temple. "Remus... I left Reg there," Sirius sobbed into Remus' neck. Remus kissed his head again, "love, it was never him, it was always you, I-" the horrible burning feeling formed at the back of his eyes, "it'll be ok," Remus said. Sirius took another sob and then fell into Remus' chest, limp. Remus held him as tight as he could, one hand running through his hair and the other wrapped round him. When it seemed Sirius was relaxing, he suddenly jolted, letting out a cry. Remus unconsciously loosened his grip, but when he felt Sirius' hot tears against his skin he realised he was just reliving the last argument again, over and over.
"Shh, it'll be alright, I've got you. You'll be ok, baby, I got you, they can't hurt you now. Shh, Pads, it'll be alright." Remus pressed his lips to Sirius' hairline, rocking him slightly. Remus held Sirius tightly, pressing his head against Sirius'. "I know," Sirius said shakily, burying his nose further into Remus' neck. "I know."
