remus john (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lonewolfen) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
Coming out of the bar, Remus let the cooler air hit him and shivered just a little. It wasn't cold, but he'd been so flushed from the whiskey and Sirius that a little breeze felt good on his heated skin. He looked up at the sky, littered with stars which always comforted him despite the fact that the moon was such an anxiety triggering entity in his life.
It only took a moment for him to get up onto the roof, where he sat in wait for Sirius to join him. His heart was still racing. How long had they been doing this? Longer for Remus, given where he was in life. Too long. Were they really going to go there tonight? It was kind of exciting and a little bit terrifying but ultimately exactly what he hoped would happen. It might not, though. One of them might revert back to just barely avoiding The Thing, and they'd fall right back into their old habits.
When Sirius joined him, Remus turned to look up at him; he was stunning, truly. "Of course," he said. "Only the best for us. That edge of the roof just there is rubbish." A little smirk tugged at his lips. "This side, however, is the best spot."