interludes: into that godless cleft of sky

iii

I suppose I don't act like myself sometimes when it's just him and me.

Reading by the Black Lake. Stargazing at the Astronomy Tower. Sneaking into Hogsmeade.

The easy banter dies down. I lose my swagger step. I'm less reckless with my words.

This is how I know three things to be true:

1. Remus keeps me safe.

2. I keep him safe, too.

3. Our love is true.