Who: Remus and Sirius Where: Bungalow #1 When: Sunday evening What: Sirius is prompted to action by his luggage. Status/Rating: Complete, medium
All right. He might have fucked up a lot in the past month, and a few of those fuck ups may have been partially intentional, but the one with – Okay, maybe it should be considered the two spectacular fuck ups with Adrian Pucey – those hadn't been intentional. The first had transpired knowing maybe Remus seemed a little more upset than usual about his philanderings and not realising why. The second was a mistake of not properly looking into things and assuming Adrian Pucey was a trustworthy bloke. As it turned out, that wasn't the case.
But he had fucked up much worse than this before, and Remus had forgiven him. Sirius knew he could be forgiven again. He didn't know what it would take to earn the forgiveness, and his new luggage didn't give him much space in the mind to think of a brilliant plan to go about earning it.. but what did it matter? Sirius didn't think he needed a spectacular plot. All he could think about is how he wanted to snog his best mate's face and it would work out. It would work out because it was now so very painfully clear to him. Remus was obviously upset because he was jealous.
Sirius strode up to the door of the first bungalow wearing more than a pair of jeans and a black shirt. He also had his leather collar and a cocksure smile. The man was nothing if not confident bordering arrogant.
Though it was more ceremonious of him to stroll right in without knocking, he decided to be decorous and rap his knuckles against the door.