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Sirius was far too easy to please. Arguing with Regulus was just putting him in an incredibly terrible mood, and. Well.

Not important. What was important here was that Remus was inciting things! Or. Sort of. Whatever. He was asking to hang out between classes! Or after classes. Was Remus done with classes? No, probably not. Still! He'd been all

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Remus wasn't stubborn. He really rather refused to admit to something like that. He just had -- particular beliefs and things worth believing in. And, on one level, he realized that refusing to own up to one's stubborn side was in itself rather stubborn, but. Well. That's just how it was. He managed to keep himself from grinning too widely back at Sirius even as he attempted to judge just how sincere this sudden shift in mood was in the other boy. "I know you did, and I appreciate that on a hypothetical level. But I fear you've mistaken me for James in that regard. Perhaps he likes finding such disgusting surprises when he kisses you, but not I."

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Sirius was rather fixated, at least, on the idea that Remus was rather stubborn. Perhaps not on as many issues as Sirius was, because Sirius tended to be immovable on most of-- well, everything. Spontaneous as a person he was, he did hate his change. But much as he was, Remus had outlasted him on many an issue, then, and it was a bit frustrating! Losing debates and all that. Remus made too many good points. As for his mood, it was entirely too sharp of a change to be too sincere, as well as with a few of Sirius telltale signs when he was in one of those moments. He looked incredibly convincing, but things tended to be just a bit too bright, a bit too funny, when he was in this sort of mood. He was a little too fast to laugh and smile and all that. Which could've also been mistaken for a very good mood. So

LUNCH TIME now

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Remus didn't mean to be stubborn. And since the normal example of a stubborn nature in his life was, well, Sirius, and Remus certainly wasn't at that level, he tended to brush off any sort of tendency in himself as not worth considering. Then again, that's how he tended to look at most of his characteristics. His family situation might be tough, but at least he hadn't been forced to run away from home, etcetera. And, yes. Sirius clearly was overcompensating, but this was also just as clearly not one of the rare times when the other boy was willing to talk and work through some of his problems, so Remus was at least a little content to let Sirius stew for now. If only because it was easier, and Remus was a coward.

"That is really gross, actually. The idea of finding food whilst kissing," Remus said, grimacing. He reached for one of Sirius's hands with both of his own, tanling their fingers together.

HAVE FUN \o/

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For Sirius, it was hard to find that happy medium with people. For-- talking or whatever. Between the blokes like James who had kept a pretty easy childhood, that some of the stuff Sirius could throw out there were probably going to be a bit jarring, if he really got into it. James was a great listener, but Sirius hardly told him the half of what was going on. And then there was Remus who-- he was a fucking werewolf, his family obviously had their fair amount of problems and. Sirius knew there was something not quite on with Remus' father - his mother was nice enough, he didn't know. And Remus had enough bollocks going on that Sirius didn't want to laden him down with any more and

lol 2 hour lunch

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Remus was strongly of the opinion that pain shared was pain halved. Okay, not in all instances: he rarely applied that certain adage to his own life, after all, but it had proven true even for himself in the past. When the others found out about his curse, for instance, after getting over the initial shock and panic, things had gone dramatically uphill. And sometimes talking about other peoples' issues was a good distraction from one's own. Or it put things in perspective.

Remus smiled, stroking his thumb along the back of Sirius's hand. There was absolutely nothing wrong with finding support and comfort in one's boyfriend. That's why they were there, after all. At least, in some way. So, yes. "I appreciate that. If I'm hungry, I would rather put food into my own mouth, instead of finding it within yours."

HOOLIGAN. That must've been nice XDD

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Sirius even knew that, in the back of his mind. Possibly. Somewhere. He rarely applied the knowledge. Almost as if he didn't want to apply it. Sirius had very much been in the mindset of keeping things to himself; hid it off and dealt with it himself later. Which could have even been a valid way of going about it, had he ever really got around to that 'dealing' part. He had a tendency to skip straight from 'mashing' to 'over it'.

What he was trying to do, at least, distract himself with grass and things, but Remus' thumb was budging there and hm. Sirius just felt funny, watching their hands carefully, his own a kind of dead weight in Remus' hands as he spoke. "Could be like those mother birds," he finally commented, raising his eyes to Remus and smirking. "That's rather nasty. Chewing your food and giving it to your kid. Let's not. You can eat your own food."

The whole office went out, so it was kind of allowed~ at least.

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Remus hoped that as Sirius grew up, he would learn to do more of the dealing-with part of the equation. At least, hopefully if it was thrown in his face a few times as clearly not working. Which it might. Not that Remus wanted things to reach such a boiling point, but -- well, maybe James had been right that once time, when he was not talking to Sirius. Maybe Sirius needed to have such a harsh lesson thrown at him in order for him to actually get it. Although Remus felt like a horrible person for even considering that

aww :3 cool \o/

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That kind of tough love or whatever it was, that was really the only way Sirius responded, wasn't it? Maybe just from being raised how he was, a regular talking-to hardly solidified anything. If Remus hadn't cut him out that weekend, before they were broken up, Sirius might've been messing around with someone else right now. The gravity of the situation, Severus and the Willow, that hadn't really sunk in until James wasn't talking to him. Sirius didn't pay attention to little things, like being asked to quit smoking, 'that annoys me', 'stop that, Sirius', those sorts of things. A bit sad he needed a real lashing to tug him out of things, but. There you were.

No, yeah, it was something Sirius had been-- uncharacteristically careful about, PDA and all that. He supposed friends could hold hands if they really wanted to, but. He just kept thinking of stupid Regulus, wondering just how many Slytherins knew the whole Sirius Black is Buggering a Werewolf situation. It. Augh. He'd been so paranoid. And quite like he couldn't breathe, all

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Maybe it was sad or strange that Sirius needed to really be shaken up if he was going to listen, but -- since Remus was usually willing to just roll over and let mildly annoying things continue on, it worked. Remus knew, on some level, that if anything ever did truly annoy or hurt him, he could get Sirius to listen. That's what really mattered, after all. Compromise and the like, but knowing that on the important issues, they could work things out

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At least, yeah, Sirius did know when the worst of the worst happened and-- things like zydrate, or vampire bites, or cheating or what have you. If someone got upset enough with the matter, it DID get cemented into Sirius' head, he just... needed that kick in the pants.

Well, he didn't want to scare Remus off. If he got too annoying, Remus wasn't going to let him stick around, Sirius wasn't going to be able to keep constant watch over him and generally be a paranoid, twitchy person. It-- well, it didn't sound like Regulus was going to hurt Remus - he'd mentioned him quite a bit, thrown in more than his fair share of nasty words - but there hadn't been any threats, not really. He was so sodding glad Walburga didn't have access to Hogwarts, not too much. There-- gods, there was no telling what she would do

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Which is why it worked: Remus would let a lot of things slide, so then when he did finally speak up, it obviously had to be a big deal and factoring in the simple novelty of 'Remus being angry' -- well. It worked.

If Remus found out that Regulus knew, that Sirius's mum knew -- it. He would. He didn't know what he would do. Be completely torn as to whether or not he should tell Dumbledore, because technically he SHOULD, but that would lead to him -- well, probably getting in a ridiculous amount of trouble, hardship for his parents, perhaps being pulled out of school. The hypothetical was enough for Remus to consider having a panic attack, let alone the reality.

The bird vomit conversation might have been easier, but Remus wasn't sure he would say it was better. He squeezed Sirius's hand, chewing on his lip thoughtfully. "Well, right. Just saying. You can talk about it or not. Or we can go play fetch. Or I can read Bill aloud to you," Remus offered with a wrinkled nose, nodding at the small, rather battered copy of Hamlet

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There was a reason Sirius didn't want to tell Remus. He didn't want him worrying, not if-- well, nothing had come of it yet, it. He knew how his family was, and he knew what they were capable of. He was tensing up a bit just at the thought of it, regularly. He didn't want Remus to get in trouble, to get pulled out of school. Those thoughts hadn't even necessarily hit his conscious yet, he was jumping to such extremes. Remus was a half-blood, Remus was a werewolf, Remus was a ponce and he was with one of the biggest blood traitors in the family. Sirius felt sick just-- even entertaining what sort of risk he was putting the bloke in, it. Augh. He didn't like thinking about it, it just-- augh

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Remus would have said, if he did know about it, that therefore it wasn't really worth worrying about (although, of course, he would have lost sleep worrying about it all) since it was rather out of their hands. Unless they did something stupid and drastic, which Remus didn't suggest. So, it was all rather -- moot.

Sirius was looking a little pale, which was especially odd and noticable out here in the sun. Remus bit his lip instead of mentioning it. He wished Sirius would tell him really what was wrong, what he really didn't want. Not just blather about Bill. But -- boundaries. Sirius didn't have to tell him. It wasn't as if Remus hadn't kept things from the other boy, obviously. And he was, right now, even. So. Whatever. Right? "Poor Bill," he said sadly. "He wants so badly to be appreciated by you. Come on, then, let's at least walk. My legs are going to fall asleep if I laze about for too much longer." Physical activity! Healthy.

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It was, in a way, which was-- really what got Sirius the most irritated. That he could blame himself all he wanted, right now, for getting Remus into all this trouble - he'd no idea how Walburga had found out about Remus, but, there they were, and. He didn't even know what he could have done, short of-- killing them all. Which was not an option, obviously, but he still. He felt like he could have done something. He was so sodding sure it was Snivellus that had told them too, which-- WOULD make it all his fault and. Nnngh

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Avoidance wasn't healthy, but-- they were teenage boys. Remus was all too aware that it was a bad choice, that they should force themselves to work through everything as soon as it came up, but. Well. That just didn't seem very realistic, did it? So he nodded, putting his book in his own bag and pushing himself up to stand. "Walking, then. That'll do, Pads."

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'Teenage Boys' was kind of the reason for a whole lot of everything that Sirius did, and he realized that. Sometimes. Other times he thought it entirely mature what he was doing when, really, he was probably reacting to things with the mentality of a ten-year-old. And hypocrisy. A lot of that. Like when he was fidgeting with his bag strap, squinting over at Remus as he stood and nodding towards him to let him lead the way. "So-- why couldn't you sleep too well last night?" he asked, suddenly, realizing fully how it sounded when he ducked out of his own issues and asked Remus about his own instead - left him a window to back out as well, though! Just. Curious.