Sirius blushed, but his smile grew even larger. And rather than waste his breath arguing, he did what he really preferred to do - he leaned in and kissed Remus instead, glorying in the softness of the other boy's lips against his, so good, so incredibly good. He could kiss him like this forever. He had actually forgotten that Remus didn't know that he knew about his "furry little problem" - to Sirius, it just was, it was nothing to judge him by. He was Remus Lupin -he was the funniest, smartest, sexiest, warmest, and simply the best person that Sirius knew, or could ever know. And he realized, with each thump of his heart, that he was totally in love with him.