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[OOC: Starts with this conversation between Remus and Sirius.]

Sirius threw his Grimm&Warner to the ground and stalked into Remus' room. "Put it down," he said, dangerously, gesturing to the journal in Remus' hand. "It is my fault. Put it down."

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Remus shook his head, shutting the book but keeping his finger in to mark the page. "Sirius, I know it's hard watching it the first time, Mother had to deal with this too, but the curse is in no way your fault, alright?"

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"No, that's not..." Growling, Sirius thrust his hand forward, revealing the long, bloodstained cut across his palm. "I did this while I was watching because I'm stupid and you smelled it and that's why your night was so bad. It's my fault."

[howlsoftly]

Remus stared at the cut for a long moment before looking up at Sirius. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Sirius, I should've told you... It's my fault, honestly, I didn't prepare you properly, I'm sorry..."

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"Shut up, Remus! Don't do that. Don't you apologize to me." Sirius sat down heavily, staring at his hand. "I didn't even realize I'd done it," he said, softly. "If I'd noticed and fixed the window right away, you wouldn't have smelled it and you wouldn't've..."

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"I should've told you... human scent, any at all... I can't believe I forgot to tell you, it makes it go insane, it'll do anything to get its teeth in... oh, god, Sirius, I am sorry! I could've killed you!"

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"Don't say that! You were in a cage, Remus! You couldn't have killed me and I KNOW better, I KNOW the wolf does that, I've done the fucking research and I just didn't THINK."

[howlsoftly]

Remus didn't exactly know why he threw his journal aside and stood, matching every inch he had and making up for the difference with hard, angry eyes. He didn't know why he was shouting, either, and had he thought about it much he'd probably have come to the conclusion that he was being somewhat melodramatic, but he didn't think about it much.

"YES, WELL, NEITHER DID I."

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Sirius closed his eyes and clenched everything. He would ride the tides of his anger and wouldn't yell, wouldn't slam Remus forward into the wall for being such a stupid righteous self-deprecatinggit...

Bugger. Well, maybe just the yelling.

"STOP BEING SO FUCKING STUBBORN, YOU GREAT PRAT. I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER. I DID KNOW BETTER. AND SIT DOWN, YOU'RE HURT."

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"I CAN HANDLE IT!" Remus bellowed, taking a step forwards as if this would somehow help at all. "I HAVE HANDLED IT, I HAVE HANDLED WORSE, I HAVE HANDLED THIS ALL MY LIFE, AND BABYING ME DOESN'T HELP!"

[ooc: HARRY POTTER AND THE CAPSLOCKS OF DOOOOOM!]

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"I HATE IT WHEN YOU GET LIKE THIS," Sirius screamed back, trembling a little in anger. "I HATE THAT YOU WON'T LISTEN TO ANYONE, EVER. YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE FINE ALL THE FUCKING TIME FOR US TO LIKE YOU."

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"YOUR BREATH STINKS AND YOU ARE STUBBORN AND... AND... ow," He sat down heavily, cradling his arm. "And I don't need your help," he finished weakly.

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"You're such a fucking bad liar," Sirius said, lowering his voice as he sat down next to Remus. "I told you to sit down before. Let me see."

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"I forgot not to breathe. Breathing hurts a bit. It's nothing, just go get me my potions, please?" Remus stared angrily at his purple fingers, where they poked out of the sling like rowdy children in a hammock.

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"It's not nothing. Merlin, but you're petulant." Despite this, Sirius got the potions, and sat back down. "Which first, and how much?"

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"The clear blue one, half a goblet, then the gross-looking yellow one, just three drops in water. It's... honestly, this isn't even the worst, either. Before you found out... I spent a week on a broken femur," he took the blue one, which tasted minty and medicinal and which sent a cool tingle through his shoulder.

"And another time, I nearly disemboweled myself, which is... really not fun. That was when I was nine, I think." He made a face before gulping down the snot-yellow concoction, which tasted exactly like it looked, but numbed most of the injured half of his body.

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Carefully restraining from widening his eyes in horror, Sirius shifted slightly on the bed. "I'm glad you didn't," he whispered, and, suddenly very unsure of himself, placed a gentle hand on Remus's stomach. "I like them where they are."