Lights will guide you home

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Who: Sirius and anyone
When: Tuesday
Where: Trashed Biodome
Summary: After having a row with one of his best mates earlier this week Sirius is blowing off some steam.  Who dares to talk with him?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst, foul language

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[Remus is there... a while later. After talking to James, after letting Sirius cool down a little. He hopes. He's sort of hovering again, on the edge of the biodome, torn between the impulses to find Sirius and the ones to just leave him alone because his heart is beating too hard and he's still got images from weeks ago in his head, and ghostly touches up his side. But he's worried about his friend, more worried than he should be. James said he's never seen him so mad]

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[Unlike last time he's so very aware of his surroundings. So on edge that he has to be so he's not startled into blasting someone on accident. Remus' hovering presence is both calming and an annoyance but he's sure that it's all his fault with his temper having seen it's worst since the fight that got him disowned.

Sure James had never seen him this angry but that was only because he hadn't been there that day. He wasn't proud of the temper he'd gotten from his mum, but this week it had just spiraled out of control. There had been so few people in his life that he actually cared about until he went to school. Pushing those thoughts aside Sirius turns towards Remus. It's been rather curious lately - his friend's recent reaction to him. Ever since the last full moon when he'd found an unconscious Remus - and Remus wouldn't even talk about it. Now there was even more of it with the way Remus held back, lingering by the door.

Casually he leans against a standing trunk of a tree, arms crossing over his chest.]I suppose you saw my

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Given everyone's violent urges this week, I wasn't sure it was you. [But Remus nods, walking a bit closer and watching him carefully] ...James is sorry, you know.

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Even if someone else had given it to him then there'd be a matching one on the other side. [Enjoy the intense stare back because well, Remus had definitely been acting weird the last couple of weeks and he's expecting it to continue. Though he tenses at the rest of Remus' words.]

I know. I heard him when he said it the other day.

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[Remus is quick to avert his gaze, fingers twisting and tugging at the ends of his sleeves. He's clearly nervous. Moreso than before, even] ...are you alright?

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[Looks like the week hasn't changed Remus' mind about telling him what had happened that night. He turns back to his stockpile of broken wood.]

Do I look alright?

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Not particularly. [Remus is still managing to avoid it because he hasn't been asked directly yet. He shifts from foot to foot, torn between watching Sirius and keeping his gaze firmly averted] I suppose I'm rather useless at the moment.

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[Better get ready for when Sirius gets fed up with the whole skirting of the issue, Remus. With a flick of a wand he launches a piece of wood into the sky where it shortly gets turned into dust.]

What makes you think you're useless? [His tone is sharp as if he's displeased with the words Remus used.]

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Only that I'm standing here and you're still angry and I'm not even sure why I'm telling you all this, because I don't want to. [Remus is a bit snappish himself, annoyed that his carefully-crafted control over words seems to have just up and disappeared. And he's still very flustered from telling James something he's not even sure about] And be careful you don't hurt yourself.

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You could do more than just stand there if you've come out here to make me feel better. Though I suggest not talking about my issues with James. [Because the only person who could fix that was James himself. He knew James had apologized and knew that he should forgive his best friend but for some reason he just couldn't. Not at the moment.

Silver eyes flick over to look at Remus.] I'm not going to get hurt. Maybe you should show yourself some of that concern instead.

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And what am I meant to do exactly? I never know how to make you feel better, except by letting you talk and you don't seem to want to do that. [Remus' face is oddly red, and he sounds more upset at himself than at Sirius, really] Why would I worry for myself right now?

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[He'd been waiting for that. The opening Remus gave him. Now he turns fully to his friend, both arms crossing over his chest.] You can tell me why you've been acting different around me since the last full moon.

[The look turns very pointed.] Because you always worry about other people more than yourself. We are perfectly capable of worrying about them and you for a night. In fact, we even like doing it Remus.

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It's not important. [Because he doesn't even have any urge to tell Sirius, not right now. Though it will probably slip out eventually] I haven't-- been meaning to act strange. [Remus' gaze slips upwards, making clear his upset and annoyance and near-fear of not being in control of himself like this] Other people, [his voice is quiet] deserve more worry than I do.

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Not important my arse. [It comes out muttered but Sirius lets it drop for now because he doesn't want to argue. He's tired of fighting. Sirius lets out a sigh as a response to the second part, though silver eyes narrow when Remus goes quiet.] Don't you dare ever think that, Remus. I know you don't want to be looked at differently but you're treating yourself like you aren't nearly as good as anyone here.

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It's not that! It's only that-- well, I can take care of myself. It would be pointless to worry about me when there are much more pressing things and anyway, why worry about me now? Nothing is wrong. [Lies lies Remus Lupin you are a dirty liar and it shows. He's awful at lying.]

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Worrying about yourself is supposed to be the most important thing, if you don't then other people worry more about you. [He's onto your lies, Remus.]