Re: HONEYDUKES
Sirius didn't think he'd ever been this concious of his hands in his entire life. Walking down to the village had been alright, he'd just kept them shoved into his pockets for warmth, but now that they were on the standing on the hill looking out at the Shrieking Shack he was acuitely aware of easy it would be to reach out and take Remus' hand. He almost did it, his hand ghosting out and brushing against Remus' sleeve before flopping awkwardly at his side.
The worst part of this all was that Remus probably wouldn't mind if Sirius held his hand, not out here where there wasn't another soul. But after the other night, when they'd both admitted how they felt, things between them had seemed... Off. Sirius knew this was almost entirely his fault. He was still blacking out, saying and doing Circe knew what, and he knew that he had hurt Remus more than once in the last few weeks. And it didn't help that even the thought of physical intimacy left him shaking and ready to bolt. He hated that he'd been reduced to this, but he was eternally grateful that Remus was still willing to stand next to him.
He glanced over, then took a deep breath and reached out, clasping their hands together and staring straight ahead.