Re: Remus/Sirius
Remus was right. Of course. He always was. Remus was the smartest, kindest person he had ever known, so of course he was right. He always had a way of making things make sense, even when Sirius didn't want them too. The war had broken a lot of things. It had broken them. But not forever. They had found each other again, him and Remus. And Peter had saved Harry. That had to count for something.
Then there was the dark, ugly part of Sirius that said it wasn't enough. Would never be enough. James got married. Peter grew apart. Remus would get sick of him. He would be be alone alone alone. Unlovable, useless, worthless, like his mother always said he was...
He sat up, the blood rushing to his head banishing the ugly voice, and wrapped himself around Remus.
"I really want to forgive him," he said, voice muffled in Remus' shoulder. "I want us to be the way we were. I also want to lock him in Myrtles bathroom and throw away the key."