Remus isn't bothered at all by the sprawling across his lap, he isn't bothered by the theatrics, he isn't even bothered by the nose bopping. He's more concerned with Sirius' stories of the cruelties he'd endured for the rest of the summer. And they had been that, cruelties. He tries to imagine the vivacious young man before him being treated in such a way -- being forced to accept being treated in such a way -- and he really can't picture it. He can't imagine what he would have done in Sirius' shoes, he can't imagine how Sirius can stay himself through all of that, he...
He realizes he's thinking too hard and that Sirius will call him out on it if he's not too careful, so he shakes himself out of it as best he can, shaking his head down at Sirius as he reaches to run his fingers through the other boy's hair. Stroking him not unlike he might do for Padfoot himself as he gathers his thoughts. "I wrote," he replies, because he did. Weekly at that, in hopes that maybe one of them had gone through. Apparently not.
He shrugs slightly. "Not about anything all that exciting. Probably more exciting than the weather, I suppose. No wenches in my letters, though. Really they were only the recounting of my boring days in the country, reading my boring books and missing you." He shrugs again. "It was an awfully quiet summer without you, Pads." He doesn't say that he'd been worried, but it's probably there on his face. Especially since Sirius is close enough to be able to notice such things.
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He realizes he's thinking too hard and that Sirius will call him out on it if he's not too careful, so he shakes himself out of it as best he can, shaking his head down at Sirius as he reaches to run his fingers through the other boy's hair. Stroking him not unlike he might do for Padfoot himself as he gathers his thoughts. "I wrote," he replies, because he did. Weekly at that, in hopes that maybe one of them had gone through. Apparently not.
He shrugs slightly. "Not about anything all that exciting. Probably more exciting than the weather, I suppose. No wenches in my letters, though. Really they were only the recounting of my boring days in the country, reading my boring books and missing you." He shrugs again. "It was an awfully quiet summer without you, Pads." He doesn't say that he'd been worried, but it's probably there on his face. Especially since Sirius is close enough to be able to notice such things.