Sorry for taking so long to update, but, ah—(has no excuse) BUT! Important thing is you have it, riiiiiggghtttt?

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Your gaze on me is unwavering.

I can't see it, because I'm staring at the canopy overhead. But I feel it; it burns into me like searing candle wax. I'm lying here, at the mercy of your gaze, and yet I don't think you even realize that I have noticed. You're on your side, facing in my direction. So still and so quiet with the stealth of your nature that I may have just thought you were asleep—had I not been so aware of you. It's funny how you never realize things. If you did, this might have been much easier.

You know, it gets tiring sometimes, it really does. How you're constantly watching me but never leaving hints as to why. Your gaze clings to me like a second skin, but whenever I turn to look, you're somehow looking the other way. Sometimes it's a little challenge for me, the thrill of catching your eyes. I have no clue what you're trying to do, Moony. How funny is that? The Sirius Black, almighty ruler of the universe—or okay, maybe just Hogwarts—reduced to a mess by a werewolf. I want to chuckle, now. But I don't, because then you'll think I'm mad.

And, even at this very moment, I cannot help but compare the two of us. You're always so quiet, so patient. When you want something, you look and you wait. It's so different from how I do things—I'd just barge in and demand, even though the outcome is not always promising. Actually, the way we do anything at all is almost always the exact opposite. And it contrasts in such a way that it pulls me in. I get jealous, sometimes. Of how you're so calm, never seeking attention, but you just get it. Maybe that's your way of getting noticed, and I can't say I blame you, because it really works. Someone like me would never pull it off; even my good looks don't cut it without personality. I wonder if you mean to do it, at times. This… competition, but you probably don't. I was just mentioning how you don't notice things, after all…

I turn to look at you, since you're still watching me. And a jolt runs through when I realize that I did it. It may have been dark, but I have finally caught you looking. A second later I realize that you have shut your eyes, and push myself up. You can act like you're asleep all you want, Remus, I'm not fooled. I push my hair away and see your golden irises—so intense they make me shiver.

"I know you're awake," I whisper, hoping for anything. Your eyes are closed once again.

I sigh after waiting too long, contemplating letting the matter go, but, "Moony?"

You don't reply; you just lay there. I can't help but be reminded of that one time, after an argument, where you just ignored me. Like I didn't even exist, and it made me feel… heh, I don't even know why we argue so much. Or maybe I do, maybe I'm just not willing to admit it. But sometimes, the things we argue about are so stupid. Like that one time—we fought over how to pronounce phthisis. How was that even relevant? I saw it on your Defence essay and next thing I knew we were shouting. It's like we use each other for stress relief.

I shift in my position, in the hope of catching your attention. And of course, I don't succeed.

I know you haven't fallen asleep, Moony, because you're too still and too tense. And I start to feel like that again, that feeling that I get when you ignore me. Something has definitely changed—you never did before. It's like, you push me away. I have, maybe, started accepting this change; this weird thing that suddenly cut in between us. But I can tell that you're reluctant. It frustrates me even more. And when I try to think of when things flipped 180 degrees, I only draw a blank.

I can't stand this anymore. And drastic situations call for drastic measures, so I act like I'm leaving the room, guiding my footfalls just so that you'd be able to hear them. It always interested you before, but I'm disappointed, tonight.

Changing tactics, I head towards your bed instead. I stare at your soft features, shadowed by the dark. And I can't help that strange feeling that engulfs me and moves in my chest and then I'm aware that you're aware and I have to say something.

I try to sound neutral, "Move over."

I wasn't expecting much, and I definitely wasn't expecting this. After pretending to be asleep just to ignore me, you simply do as told. I hurriedly get in beside you before you decide to change your mind. Your bed is so warm—you're so warm, and my heart leaps into my throat. My nerves fray as I reach over and caress your cheek, just because I can. My fingers tingle.

And next moment—I know why, but I don't—I wrap my arms around you and it feels so good. Your smell engulfs me: something unique and really pleasant. And when you return the embrace I'm elated and can do nothing but hold on tighter.

Our chests meet and our hearts are finishing each other's frantic thuds and somehow, in the back of my hazy mind, I am glad that I'm not the only one who's nervous. I feelhearsense you breathing in deeply, and my heart flutters madly.

"I miss you," I say, without meaning to. I mean it, but…

And you don't say a word.

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Notes: Alright! Most of you wanted it, now you've got it. I feel that it's not as good as the first, but still. Don't disappoint me, drop me a review. (: