interludes: into that godless cleft of sky

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.