"Four. I'm exhausted, not imbecile." Sirius looked at Remus, not because he had commanded it but because what else was he going to do? It was a sight for sore eyes, even underneath everything that was unfamiliar. Somewhere down there was still Remus Lupin, the boy whom he had asked all the questions about the muggle world first time they were alone together in their dorm. The boy he had grown up with. The man before him now, who held himself in a way that he didn't know, but that wasn't altogether unbecoming.

There were goose-bumps on his bare skin, now that it was exposed to warmth again for the first time in too long. His eyes stayed on Remus and he got closer to smiling a genuine smile than he had in a long time. "You're looking awfully manly there, Moony. Ain't the worst."