"That sounds like Sirius," Gaius said, shaking his head. His heart squeezed painfully for a moment as he remembered times of his own on Sirius' motorbike, but he brushed the sadness aside. This was about healing, and remembering good things, not dwelling on losses and might-have-beens. "He liked danger, and thrills, and he'd do stupid things that made you want to pound him, but then he'd turn around and smile like a little boy and you couldn't help but forgive him for giving you a heart attack. He gave me more than one on that bike myself - I never wet myself, though." Gaius gave Remus a mock-haughty look reminiscent of Severus. "We Snape must simply have too much ingrained dignity for that."