Remus shook his head. "Trust me, it was more than enough." He returned Sirius's smile and saw in those bright grey eyes exactly what he knew was in his own brown ones; Sirius didn't want to go yet either, and Gods, Remus just wanted to pull him close again an never let him go. He wanted-- needed-- it so badly in that moment, it hurt enough to overshadow the pains of post-transformation. Unable to hold back for a second longer, he launched himself into Sirius's arms. "I don't care if they see," he muttered into his friend's ear. "Best friends are allowed to hug anyway."