Severus' arms go around Remus, holding the man against him. Relief he's never felt before, finally fills him. Not all it lost. Not yet, at least. He can ... live, a little while longer.

He pushes his face into Remus' hair and closes his eyes, relaxing for the first time in days, feeling safe. Feeling loved.

"No." He sighs "Only as far as The Dark Lord goes. Before, nobody was hunting me, nobody believed me a murderer and a traitor. I have Aurors and Order members on my trail now. People I have no wish to harm, but must, if they should succeed in finding me. Which is why I have left the British Isles and moved to the mainland. Using a glamour, I will hopefully remain undetected."

He will not think of what will happen once all is over. They will have lost or won, either way ... he has difficulty in seeing a future for himself.