These times, these moods, were the best sort in Sirius's opinion. And all the serious stuff aside, this was what he lived for. Everything just pushed his mood up more and more, which was making it easier to ignore certain thoughts just to float on the pure happiness they were floating around on. There was no music, and they weren't even pretending to play any more, but it felt - to Sirius - like he could hear it playing around them, in his head, something.
"I'll wear my leather pants," Sirius replied, just imagining it. He wasn't going to wear his jacket if they were on stage though. That was just too hot, and while Sirius had nothing against getting sweaty, he figured a tight white tee or maybe a tank top was better for that.
Then Remus pulled him even closer, and Sirius leaned his forehead against Moony's. "Mmmm," Sirius began humming something, as well as reining in thoughts Remus was really not helping right now.