Glad for the excuse to leave his bed and the last lingering remnants of the dream in the dark, Faelan pushed his covers back and followed Sirius to his feet. He ran a hand through his sweat-damp hair, still not composed, but with his breathing now steady, he sighed, and shyly bumped his shoulder against Sirius'.
"Not up for another rabbit chase, then?" he asked, referring back to the hunt they'd ran on under the full moon. That had been fun, but the idea of sharing a drink and a bite over Sirius' - over their - kitchen table sounded infinitely better.