Severus' arms wrap around Remus, a natural flow of movement as they kiss. Merlin, he's missed him.

He chuckles low at Remus' words "I look like hell. You clearly need glasses. You, on the other hand, do look fabulous." Severus runs his fingers through Remus' hair, relishing the feel of the soft strands.

"How have you been?" A touch of worry enters his voice, since he was unable to get away at the last full moon.