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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He traced a vein on the back of Sirius's hand lightly, trying to convey some quiet sort of love and support. He hoped no one was watching them. Other couples did a lot more than just hold hands out by the lake, but -- they weren't other couples, and Remus was a little uneasy. But he wanted to touch Sirius, so. He would. "Thank you for trusting me with that job," Remus said, breath catching a little as their eyes met. Odd that -- even now, Remus felt breathless when he really looked at the boy in front of him. He hoped he wasn't blushing. "I think that over my years I've gotten quite adept at chewing my own food, after all."
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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 this week. He'd probably been driving Remus nuts, how close he was sticking - if he hadn't been distracted this afternoon, he'd've probably followed him out to here as well.
"Probably a good thing," Sirius commented, as their eyes caught on each other. "Wouldn't-- wouldn't want you choking." Remus' breath caught in the slightest and Sirius could make out a faint, faint tinge staining his cheeks, odd how intense just-- this, and. Sirius felt rather awful for snapping at him before, still. "Sorry," he grated out, suddenly. "I said it wasn't your business; of course it's your business. I'm-- I'm your business now, rather--" His eyes skittered suddenly as he laughed. "Rather unfortunate for you."
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And, yes. Remus was starting to get a little irritated by how much Sirius was tagging along everywhere, but it wasn't wholly awful. Sirius had been quiet when he needed to be, had even just lazed about as Padfoot a few times, rather ensuring the necessary silence. And, well, it was kind of nice, just having the other boy around. Even if Sirius was being twitchy and awkward, even then he was an oddly comforting presence.
Remus's shoulders relaxed a little and he tilted his head to the side. "Fortunate, actually, I'd say," he quietly corrected. "But even then, we don't need to share everything, you know. We're two separate people, after all, and it's okay if we have some things we want to keep private. But-- thank you for the apology," he added on at the last moment, smiling crookedly, because he knew that it must've taken quite a bit for Sirius to spit that out.
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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.
And then if Bellatrix found out.
Sirius tried not to shudder a little openly, just frowned up at Remus - albeit Remus' smile, which was a bit small but very welcoming - and flexed his fingers a bit. "You have a funny definition of 'fortunate'," he remarked, and barked out a small laugh, rather rough, as he finally sat up and hunched over a bit. "Right. Yeah. That makes sense. It--" He huffed out a breath, forcing his mouth into a smile instead, and flexed his fingers against Remus'. "It's just stupid anyway, so. Right." The bird vomit conversation was better than this.
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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 he had been reading when Sirius walked up.
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Easier was better, at least for Sirius. "I don't want to talk about it," he said, stubbornly, hoped he wasn't going a bit white. He rubbed his thumb against Remus' hand a few times and scratched at his head. "I don't want--" He wasn't sure what he was going for there, but. He felt rather whiny, even if he hadn't said anything, and he was mashing that thought down fast, grinning again and making a face. "I really can't handle Bill right now. Codger and his big words."
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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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Right! Of course. Because avoidance was wildly healthy and. Clearly the right thing to do forever. Sirius had meant to ask him more outright why he hadn't slept too well the night before, but he'd been all preoccupied and now he'd nearly forgotten about it entirely, for the time being. "Yeah, I know, he tries quite hard," Sirius replied, a bit hollowly, nodding and starting to clamber to his feet. He grabbed for his bag, slinging it haphazardly back over his shoulders. "Pads isn't much in the mood for fetch. But walking is ace."
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