Steve / Sirius
Sirius had recognized this guy as the younger version of the corn chip that ran around in the very early mornings, and everything had fallen into place from there. Only joggers worried about stepping on glass and nails without shoes, obviously.
He was still on the look out for more of those little animals, but sometimes it was nice to take a step back and see the forest for the trees, or whatever that saying was. The point was, it was lovely here. Like a proper holiday.
"Will you swim?" He asked, and it wasn't like he wasn't 500 percent loyal to Remus in every way, shape and form, but that didn't mean he couldn't hope another bloke might take his shirt off now and again.