Sirius raised his eyebrows, gave the stacks of books what he imagined was a meaningful look, then looked back at Remus again. They'd really need to get some kind of bookcase. Which was a frighteningly normal and domestic thing to be thinking about, and took him by surprise a little.
"I never made you clean up," he pointed out, curling in closer to him. "You just seemed convinced we'd all die of dragonpox if you didn't." Which, in all fairness, was probably a good point. Sirius squirmed and adjusted until he was about as close to Remus as he could be without smothering him completely, suddenly desperate for any kind of comforting contact with the other Wizard. Anything that would keep the demons in his head at bay. Usually Sirius hated feeling weak, or appearing to need anyone, but losing everyone he cared about had made that seem stupid. For now, at least. Perhaps one day he'd be himself again.