Sirius skimmed his hand round to cup the other boys jaw as the kiss deepened, shifting a little closer if that was at all possible. He had no idea how this place had managed to get him to forget Remus, about what they'd had here. As soon as he'd seen him, it had all come rushing back as strongly as it ever had. He was mad about the skinny werewolf twit. How had he ever forgotten that? It actually made him angry that this place had the power to do that to people. Didn't seem right, somehow.
Once he had to pull back - more to breathe than anything else - Sirius kept his forehead against the other boys, moving his hand to trace the sweep of the other boys cheekbone and the curve of his bottom lip, as if trying to memorise the features this time around. "I... You know I didn't want to leave," he finally murmured.