He licked his lips again. Sirius had done a lot of random things in his life, but he still didn't know more than a few notes on the guitar. And that had been...Sirius didn't know. It was back before he had bought the bike, when he had wandered, wondering how to use the gold burning a hole in his pocket. The bike had won him over, and Sirius was so glad of it.
"James can sing," Sirius declared, whether it was true or not. James was quite a leader, and Sirius, in this hypothetical band, wanted to rock out on the guitar. But even as he continued to have fun pretending to rock out, Remus dropped to his knees. And his mind should not have gone there but it did. And Sirius couldn't help it, but he watched. Damn.