Remus looks as if he's just endured another full moon, without the potion. Severus figures he looks much the same.
A small jolt of ... not fear, but something goes through him, as Remus points his wand at him. He realises, that even if he trusts Remus more than anybody alive, his always present paranoia has grown, filtered into all parts of his being during the last days.
He pushes it down and catches the vial. He looks at the clear fluid. Only a few drops, and he will be unable to say anything but the truth. In all matters. He can still turn away, but he knows, if he does, another door in his life might be closed forever. Perhaps the same door behind which his sanity lies.
He takes the amount needed for the required reaction and puts the vial down on the coffee table, as he moves over to a chair and then sits down.
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A small jolt of ... not fear, but something goes through him, as Remus points his wand at him. He realises, that even if he trusts Remus more than anybody alive, his always present paranoia has grown, filtered into all parts of his being during the last days.
He pushes it down and catches the vial. He looks at the clear fluid. Only a few drops, and he will be unable to say anything but the truth. In all matters. He can still turn away, but he knows, if he does, another door in his life might be closed forever. Perhaps the same door behind which his sanity lies.
He takes the amount needed for the required reaction and puts the vial down on the coffee table, as he moves over to a chair and then sits down.
He waits, looking at Remus.