Remus told Sirius the directions to the wing, clutching his stomach as he tried not to flat out pant in pain. "It's going to taste terrible, I'm sure,," he said, clenching his eyes shut as he tried to sit back down. But it was impossible to stay up, he just wanted to curl into the fetal position and die right then. It seemed like a brilliant idea actually, except for the part where then Sirius would be alone in Berlin. "I love you," he said again, skin that sickly color it occasionally got around the full moon.