Remus gasped as Gellert deepened the kiss, but soon the fact that this was so not Sirius overtook him as he finally wrenched his head back and pulled as much out of his grasp as the other man would allow him. "I'm sorry- I can't do this. You're married," he said, his cross hanging out of his uniform like a reminder of Remus's major fault as a member of the NAA. The crucifix was small, but the Christ on it was bright in the hospital lights as Remus stayed standing there- pale and trembling.