Fix You [FOR BLACKASTHE]

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 Remus had spent the majority of the afternoon held up in the dorm with the tome he called an Ancient Rune textbook. And, well, most of the morning as well, starting somewhere around five. It wasn't just the impending exam that had him anxious but, well, the previous day's events with Sirius had him on edge. He'd managed several hours of restless

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Sometimes Sirius wished he could forget the events of that room when he stepped back into reality. That would be too easy, of course, because then he wouldn’t be driving himself mad over-analyzing how fucking stupid he could be. James knew something was wrong with him-even if he didn’t say anything, he kept giving Sirius looks that he probably thought Sirius wouldn’t catch on to, enough of them to drive the young Black out on his own, avoiding as many people as he could

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Rather pathetically, Remus had been hoping that everything would just smooth over. It was, after all, just another odd discovery of the Room, which was an enigma in itself. But this was Sirius he was dealing with, and Sirius never let anything simply evaporate. Unlike the werewolf, Sirius needed some sort of confrontation, and a closure for everything. He didn't deal with anything quietly. Remus was typically happy to bury things as they were, whether they bothered him or not. Obviously, this had become a sticking point for both of them.

He heard Sirius on the staircase long before he opened the door. For some reason he'd been expecting more footsteps, or maybe just hoping, hoping to avoid another awkward encounter. He waited for the older boy to speak before looking up and giving him a quick smile: "Hey yourself." They hadn't even started conversing yet and he already felt out of place.

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He tried to return the smile, he really did, but he couldn't seem to get the muscles in his face to work in the proper order for one. He lingered by the door a moment before moving closer to the other, stopping just past the foot of Remus' bed. He licked his lips, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I'm--" He really didn't know what he could say.
"I figured out a new trick with those cards," He said, suddenly, knowing full well it had nothing to do with anything but the words were coming anyway as he stepped closer. "The ones with the fireworks, I mean. I charmed them to be able to write things, but the spelling is off but I think its an easy fix and--" Sirius was too close to Remus he realized too late, because he couldn't stop himself now, not when this was the only thing he'd been thinking about since he talked to his other self.

"I'm sorry." He finished lamely, and then quickly closed the distance to kiss Remus before he lost what was left of his nerve.

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Remus ran his fingers along the edge of the book, looking everywhere but at his friend as he waits for the words to make sense. Except, they weren't making sense. For all Remus cared, Sirius could have been spouting jibberish and it would have been as logical to him as more fiery card-tricks, which obviously neither of them cared to talk about at the moment.

"Oh," he says shortly, for lack of better words, "that's nice."

He's not really sure what's going on. It seems Sirius Smoothtalking Black can't string together cohesive sentences. Which means that something is wrong. Dangerous fever? Sudden freak speech impediment? Neuron short out? Should he be worried for the other boy's health? He definitely looks off, and he's moving Not Normal.

"What are you sorr-" His words were cut short by the sudden pressure to his mouth. Lips, there were lips, on his, that weren't canine and trying spread drool on his face. He lets out a little startled sound, but that's absolutely all he can do because Lips On His has short-circuited his brain.