"One might call it admirable," Sirius parroted, poking fun even as he lost the ability to spine properly and decided to give up on the idea altogether and draped himself out over the bed, head in Remus' lap. "Sorry then, did you mean you?"
Remus wasn't quite wrong though. Sirius was pretty good at getting what he wanted. Sort of. At least in small amounts that didn't require much in terms of big feelings. The Thing was like... well, it was The Thing. But also something of a stand-still to more. Which was weird, maybe, because usually Sirius was a glutton.
But he was also, he supposed, a bit afraid of ruining something that was already good. Or had been good until it wasn't, in Remus' case. Timelines were very confusing and Sirius hated them, so instead he focused on the head scratches, one eye open and slightly squinted up at Moony.
Well, he supposed he ought to say something. "I've been thinking."