Official salutations, more often than not, felt a bit trite with Sirius. It smacked of formally greeting family, which only made sense if you hadn't seen the other party in ages. Besides, they had their own greetings.
Silent steps brought Sirius' back into view. Looking around the park he couldn't help but think on how much nicer it would be with a nice coat of hair covering every inch of his skin, to just cut the tension in his body and run and run and run. He supposed, however, that his was hardly the time for that. At any rate, it would be better at night, with no people about.
With careless familiarity he slipped the cigarette from Sirius' protective grip as he popped himself over the back of the bench. Pulling warmth into his lungs, he settled back into the bench before holding it out for Sirius to reclaim. The faint undercurrent of tension was noted without remark.
"It's freezing out here," he mentioned, as if Sirius had no idea.