Remus looked down at the hand on his knee. Somehow, he could just tell. The evil that had taken hold of Sirius wasn't there. It wasn't in his touch. Nothing felt off. Remus didn't know enough to know if this was over with for good, or just temporary until he had to pass by the statue again; he'd ask Snape to be sure. But for now, it seemed okay.
He could breathe again.
He took in a shaky breath and looked at him directly. That smile, that Padfoot smile, did him in. Two of the tears he'd been so stubbornly holding back for weeks, spilled down his cheeks and he quickly rubbed his eyes to keep the rest at bay. "I'm so happy to hear it," he said, hoping his voice didn't betray him. He placed a hand over the one resting on his knee and gave a gentle squeeze. "It's good to see you again, Padfoot."