Even with his eyes closed, Remus knew where Severus was. He could hear him, moving urgently about downstairs. Deep frustration and sadness washed through him. A strong shiver rippled his body and it would hurt when he got up. But he had to see, had to find out if Severus was fleeing... or just leaving. There was a difference, and Remus was deeply afraid he would see a man running from a monster, and not one leaving calmly in order to avoid any risks.
And why wouldn't Severus run? Wasn't this a thousand times worse than what had happened in the Shrieking Shack? Or that night at Hogwarts?
With a small whimper he scrambled to his feet and shook himself. Right now... he would actually have preferred the dementia over this fear that he'd ruined everything they'd managed to build between them lately. But there was no dementia, his thoughts only too clear even under the onslaught of input on his senses.
Remus dragged himself away from the lure of the wonderful scents of the bed and trotted over to the door and out to the stairs, then looked down with his head lowered, making himself less imposing. He blinked when he saw Severus looking back at him, then wagged slightly with his tail, even if he knew the man wouldn't care in this moment that Moony was no threat. He huffled out a small soft inquiring sound and stepped forward with one paw, setting it on the first step.