Are you fucking Sirius? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} beingsirius) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
Yeah, they really had always been there. Practically since day one when James and Sirius had been immediate friends and then decided that they needed one more. Remus had been right there, and quietly shy but not in a boring way, not even remotely. Anyone who ever thought Lupin was boring was and idiot who was missing the point of him completely.
But sometimes Sirius wouldn't bother to correct anyone from that opinion because it meant he got to keep Remus to himself (And James, he supposed. And Pet--well. No. Not anymore. Never Peter again. But Sirius wasn't in the mood to consider him even a little right now).
That prolonged eye contact was really something else, and Sirius tipped his head forward slightly, smiling a smile that was about as smug as it got because -- well. Remus wasn't particularly subtle. Maybe they were just both at the point where subtle wasn't a thing that mattered anymore.
He took a drink too, probably more of it in one go than was necessary. It was a proper and good surprise, what Remus had picked. "Oh, very nice. Say," he said, leaning forward in a way that had him standing instead of sitting, half of him across the table in order to be in Remus' space, just a little. "You come here often?"