Padfoot ran his tongue twice in broad strokes over Moony's muzzle, the action conveying far more than Sirius thought his words ever could. It was ridiculous to have Remus back here. He had given him up, deciding he would be okay without Remus or James. He'd been ready to mourn -- and then, here Remus was again. Older, yes, but he was still Sirius' Remus and that was all that really mattered. It was overwhelming in a way.
Sirius shifted back into himself, figuring that he had to be safe even if Remus was still Moony. He wrapped his arms tightly around the other, smiling broadly.