Sirius was stupid.
Sirius was stupid because he had fallen in love with one of his best friends.
Fortunately though, said best friend was apparently also stupid because said best friend was also in love with him.
All in all, it had worked out pretty well.
Ignoring the mind-numbingly painful months of angsting and worrying and over analysing, the awkward first conversation where they both spewed out their feelings in that shy, tongue-tied fashion so commonly found in teenage boys' conversations that involve feelings.
But ignoring all of that, it had indeed worked out pretty well.
In fact, Sirius was lying in bed with a golden-eyed werewolf splayed across him on a Saturday morning in the happy, hazy aftermath that followed sleepy morning sex. He was tracing the lines of scars that criss-crossed over Remus' back. Remus hated his scars. Sirius thought they were beautiful. But he'd never say that aloud. He wasn't a fucking girl for fuck's sake. Remus snuffled in a sleepy fashion that Sirius found particularly endearing and pressed a kiss onto the side of Sirius' neck.
"I kind of love you." He murmured.
"Well that's convenient, because I kind of love you too."
Sirius felt Remus' answering smile pressed against his neck.
Yeah, Sirius was stupid. But maybe that was a bit all right. A lot all right really.