Disclaimer: I'd write something clever but all the good disclaimers are taken *sulks childishly* so: I don't own any of this at all at all at all.

You wake up slowly. So slowly that at first you hardly realise you're not alone in your bed. Nor is it actually your bed. The first time you realise there's someone else with you in the bed, is when you open your eyes and find yourself face-to-face with a sleeping Remus.

The events of the previous night are beginning to come back to you and with them, a fervent hope that Remus won't regret his decision to let you into his bed.

And you're almost certain you didn't fall asleep in this position. In fact, you're surprised that you fell asleep at all. Sleep has always been difficult for you; unable to shake the fear of your mother storming into your room at ungodly hours and demanding you wake, you've always been a light sleeper, often sleeping less than four hours a night. Azkaban worsened your insomnia considerably, now you fear sleep itself and the terror it brings.

But you know you didn't have any nightmares last night.

With this knowledge, you survey Remus sleeping in front of you. You've always loved watching him sleep and are more than happy to take this opportunity to look at him properly for the first time in years. You notice several more creases in his forehead and it worries you slightly that even in his sleep, Remus can still manage to look weary, worn. There's more grey hair too but otherwise he's the same Remus you left.

The same Remus you couldn't bring yourself to trust.

You shake off this thought immediately. Remus has assured you several times he doesn't blame you for that.

You get a sudden urge to reach out and touch that familiar face, trace out the features you once knew better than your own. Once the thought has entered your head, you find it impossible to dispel and find yourself reaching out a tentative hand and placing it, with the lightest of touches, on his cheek. Remus instantly wakes, and you remember that he - like you - was never a heavy sleeper. You withdraw your hand rapidly.

'Sirius?' he asks groggily.

'Yeah.'

There's a moment of silence where you both stare awkwardly at each other, neither moving an inch. A whole range of emotions flit through Remus's eyes and you can't place each one. It scares you slightly, that the face you used to be able to read like a book now seems to be written in another language.

'Why are you in my bed?' Remus says eventually.

You feel embarrassed now and shift uncomfortably, trying to avoid his gaze. Which is proving quite difficult at such close quarters.

'Last night,' you mumble,' you woke up screaming, so I came in and asked if you wanted me to stay with you…you said yes…'

'Oh…I see…' Remus says. He seems to remember what happened now.

'I'm…sorry.'

'Are you?' Remus asks, his voice strangely sharp.

'You obviously…regret allowing me to-'

'I didn't say that.'

'You didn't have to,' you say stiffly, rising so as to leave his room for the relative safety of your own.

'Sirius, wait,' he says abruptly. You pause, as does he, seemingly uncertain what to say now that you've actually stopped.

'Yes?' you say, impatient now.

'I- I still love you,' he confesses, looking at anything but you.

'…really?'

Remus nods, apparently mortified. You hesitate for a moment before reaching back down to him and placing a soft, chaste kiss on his lips. As you pull away, you smile a rare genuine smile, a grin so wide it should probably crack your face.

'I love you too Moony.'

AN: ok, there you go, a little sequel to 'You Wake Up Screaming'. Hope you like it, please review, you'll absolutely make my day :D

And sorry about the really bad title…