Sirius was always amazed by how well Remus seemed to know him. He took the plate, smiling bashfully, and glanced up at Remus.
"How do you always know what to say?" He took the plate, but put it down next to him and reached out for Remus' hands instead. "I feel like I'm a third year again with my first crush." He laughed softly. "I guess I really just don't want to mess things up with you Remus. No one has ever been this important to me and, well..." he shrugged, self consciously. "I don't really have the best track record for making things last."