Re: Remus/Sirius
Sirius lay upsidown on an arm chair in front of the fire, hair brushing the floor as the blood rushed to his head. He was trying very hard not to think of anything at all, and it wasn't working. He felt all twisted up inside. Part of him wanted to forgive Peter immediately and go back to the way things had always been. The other half of him was furious and hurt and didn't know if he could ever trust Peter again. Sirius didn't like being torn. He liked things to be carefully categorized into good and bad. No grey area, no need to break down the nitty gritty of his life or the lives of people he loved.
When Remus came in he lifted his head slightly, then let it fall back down.
"Hey Moony." He didn't move to get up. "We could go to the room if you want. It's all good."