[Gods, does he want to stagger and lean against Sirius once the spell is done, rest against him until he can see straight. He can't bring himself to right away - that magic was so very close to very wrong and Sirius knows it now. Remus separates from him, hand slipping free and moving to the center of his own chest as he steps uncertainly away with his head hanging down, weak as a foal.]
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Only. Two of us.