DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters. If I did, I'd be called J.K.Rowling, and I'd be a hell of a lot richer.

An exhausted Remus closed his eyes, as Sirius' hand gently petted his hair. The full moon would rise in only a few hours, so he had rested his head in Sirius' warm lap, to try and sleep some. "As much as I appreciate this, you should use both your hands. It is easier."

With a sigh, Sirius withdrew his hand. "Fine."

Remus was too tired to admonish his lover for his exasperated tone, as it would only lead to arguments, and he needed Sirius to be in a good mood for the night. "I know you can do it."

Cynically, Sirius snorted, "Apparently not."

"What do you mean Siri?" asked Remus, trying not to sound uninterested when all he wanted to do was fall asleep.

"I can't do it Moony! I can't read Braille," complained Sirius.

"Yes you can," said Remus, forcing himself to sit up, with a groan.

Angrily, Sirius said, "I can't! And what's the point? What can't I just use magic?"

"In case you have to read in the muggle world, you know this." Remus laid his head onto Sirius' shoulder to watch his lover's hand range over the page of Braille.

"I don't understand any of it! It's a piece of paper that has been stabbed with the end of a quill. It's dots on a page, nothing more."

"And writing is just shapes," said Remus snappily.

"I can't!"

"Stop giving up," Remus said, though he winced at the raised tone, which hurt his sensitive ears.

Angrily, Sirius growled, "Then help me! I can't read this, you can."

Summoning up all his patience from his teaching days, Remus conceded by placed his hands over Sirius' slightly larger one. Gently, he guided his lover's forefinger over a tiny portion of text. "Do you see this?"

Slightly cheered, Sirius gave a small laugh, if not slightly bitterly, and said, "No."

Remus nudged him in the side. "You know what I meant. This is one of the most common words, 'and'."

"I recognise the 'a'. One dot, top left corner."

"Exactly," said Remus, jubilantly. "Then the 'n', with the two top dots, left middle and right bottom, and the 'd' with the top right picture frame."

With his usual, gentle, calming presence, Remus guided his lover through the smallest, most basic words. Eventually, when he saw that Sirius was flagging, unable to remember anything more, he clapped his hands and said, "Just one last thing," he announced.

Sirius groaned, his head flopping down onto Remus', which had remained on his shoulder. "More?"

Giving no reply, Remus wordlessly cast a charm on a rough piece of parchment and placed Sirius' hands over the dots he had imprinted, "Read it."

"Dot, space, dot, dot, space, dot," muttered Sirius under his breath, "'R'?"

"Yup," Sirius read slowly but Remus had confidently assured him that he would speed up in time.

A few moments, and a few hints, Sirius figured out the words, "Remus and Sirius?"

"Yes, we covered these words into the beech tree at Hogwarts, do you remember?"

"Of course. Words that you could touch and feel. My first Braille."

"And your last for today."

Sirius turned his face towards Remus' and milky white eyes stared at the werewolf, never seeing. Ever since the Animagus had been pulled back from beyond the veil, he had not seen a thing. All the Healers at St. Mungo's could offer was eyes like Mad-eye Moody, but Sirius could not stand the thought. Instead, he would live in darkness for the rest of his life.

Gently, Remus pressed two kisses to Sirius' face, one above each eye, "Please can I fall asleep on you now?"

Sniggering, Sirius said, "Of course."

After some strategic manoeuvring, Sirius stretched out along the sofa and Remus snuggled into him, yawning.

"You're tired," Sirius said, as his hand tenderly stroked Remus' back in small circles.

"Most observant of you," said Remus, with a touch of sarcasm. "I'm impressed."

Sirius' hand stopped rubbing and flicked Remus lightly instead. "Bully."

"You love it," Remus merely responded, and then added, "You did well today, with the Braille. I'm proud of you."

"Just don't make me do it again."

Remus sighed; Sirius was always one for shirking his duties. "I can promise you no work tomorrow, does that help?"

Sternly, Sirius instructed, "Don't joke about that Reemy." When the werewolf stayed silent, Sirius mused, "That's Harry and Draco's job. I gave up."

Shifting, Remus said, "I know you will play pranks again, when you're more used to being without sight. It's only been two years. I will wait for the day when you pour flobberworms onto my head."

They fell into a comfortable silence, sinking into their own thoughts, until Sirius started to laugh.

"What?" asked Remus, irritated: he had been starting to nod off.

"You know that I used to practice pranks on you…? Well if Harry is taking over…"

"Oh Merlin, poor Severus…" As Remus grinned, Sirius' hand moved down to lightly touch the werewolf's face.

"I used to love your smile," whispered Sirius. He felt Remus' face fall slightly, and added, "I never want you to stop smiling, Reemy, least of all because of me."

Remus kissed Sirius' hand as it smoothed out his lips, and the Animagus murmured, "Sleep Reemy. I'll watch over you in the least literal way possible."

Sleepily, Remus laughed and buried himself in Sirius' warm embrace. He wished desperately that he could give his lover his vision back, but there was nothing he could do, except improve Sirius' lifestyle. And he would never stop doing that, for as long as he could help, even just by living.

Soon, Remus was sleeping, and dreaming of the easier, simpler times of his school years.

A/N: OK basically hurt/comfort equals torturing other people's characters/vaguely plotless fluff. But I needed an outlet for all my fluffy yet angsty urges because in my other two stories my pairing people are separated and so no fluffiness. Plus, I haven't written the puppies in ages, and they are so natural for me to write, in so many situations.

Severus/Harry next chapter, promise. Update in... Oh, two days?