Re: Remus/Sirius
Sirius felt the second Remus gave in and helped shift them into the most comfortable position that didn't involve letting go of him. Sirius had noticed the distance that Remus had kept between them since they all arrived here. He got it, sort of. Remus had a lot to process. Sirius had still been affectionate, but he'd held back as well. Being rejected by Remus was one of the most terrifying things Sirius could think of, and he'd been unconsciously protecting himself from that. But the wall was down now, and Sirius would work hard to make sure it never went back up.
"Alright, so I'm very biased. It just so happens that I know a brilliant, amazing, smart, funny, dead sexy werewolf who I think deserves better." A lump rose in his throat at the mention of old age. Sirius hadn't ever really expected to grow old. It seemed almost impossible. What would he even do with himself for seventy years? Still, that wasn't what Remus needed to hear.
"Seventy? Pah. Us three, we're going to make old Dumbles look like an infant! The Marauders will last centuries!" He faltered. Could they even still call themselves the Marauders anymore? Peter was a part of that, for better or worse, and Sirius didn't think he wanted to be in a club with Peter anymore. It was a pretty, childish thought. But Sirius was in a petty, childish mood.