Sirius looked over at Lupin and brushed some hair away from the sleeping boys face. How could he ever dream of being with anyone ells? Yah he kissed a lot of girls, and he had gotten drunk and woken up beside girls he didn't even remember meeting, but this was different. This was something powerful, the thought of not holding Moony made him want to be sick. When he was with Lupin it meant something. The way his grin always started at the corner of the left side of his mouth then spread to the rest of his face making his eyes sparkle in a way that drove Sirius mad, or how he would snore softly while he pressed his face into Sirius's arm while he slept. Sirius looked at Lupin and he laid sleeping beside him. He wanted to tell him how much he loved him, how his life would mean nothing without his late night whispers, but he didn't know the words, he didn't know how to say it. He was never any good at telling people what he was really feeling, he never had to before. For now he would just have to be content with watching Moony sleep.