Sirius's umbrella had given up the ghost almost immediately upon their exiting the flat, leaving him to huddle in close under Remus's and mutter about ruddy useless rain protection that only worked when there was no wind. It was self-defence that led Remus to drag him into an alley so narrow the umbrella brushed the sides and pull him even closer. As always, Remus's breath on his cheek proved the most effective way to shut Sirius up, and the sharp sweet nicotine taste of Sirius's mouth the best cure for the restlessness that seized Remus whenever Sirius was too close.