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"Hey, Moony-"
"What?"
Remus grunted and returned to his book.
"Er, Remus," Sirius began again.
"Hm?"
"Ah… nothing. Nevermind. Nothing."
"Kay." Although Remus kept his gaze to his text, he could see from the corner of his eye that Sirius fidgeted at the other end of the couch. Sirius stood abruptly, and then sat back down just as quickly, unrelaxed. He stood again and this time proceeded to pace to and from the two facing couches on either side of the fire place, clenching and unclenching his fists.
"Why won't you be still?" Remus asked at long length. He wasn't interested, just trying to get Sirius to stop pacing. Sirius stopped and looked at Remus, who continued to gaze into the book.
Sirius didn't answer, but sank into the middle of his friend's couch to repeatedly cross and uncross his legs.
"Why don't you put down that book?"
"Sirius, why don't you put down your sugar intake?" Sirius was oblivious to this remark and turned his head to face Remus, who remained seated in the nook of the couch's arm, still reading.
"Remus," he continued, hoping that his friend was only pretending to read, "Do you, I mean, what do you-" he scooted closer to Remus to make sure that he would pay attention, "What I mean is," he sighed, "What's your favorite hobby?"
Remus looked up skeptically. "Dur… Sirius, what's wrong with you?" He held his book up to Sirius's face.
"So you are listening." Sirius said, to which Remus quickly whipped his head back to the pages of his book. Sirius proceeded, "Do you? No," he paused and cleared his throat. "Ehem. I- I like you."
"What?" Remus said unmoving, but Sirius could see the embarrassed flush on his face.
"Remus, I like you."
Remus returned his gaze this time.
"A lot," finished Sirius.
Remus' still expression held the faintest hint of raising eyebrows. "Oh," he said shortly. He felt the awkwardness crush in upon the room. "Um… why?"
"Why? Why not?" Sirius was fidgeting slightly less. "I mean, you're so intelligent, and handsome, and, and perfect, I- nevermind, forget I said anything."
"Um, you don't know how flattering that sounds, Padfoot, but I don't think-"
"Oh, okay," Sirius turned to face forward again. "Okay, then."
"I'm sorry, mate," Remus said. He knew and resented that the truth hurt.
Sirius sat still, in thought. "It's okay, Moony. Sorry for interrupting your book." He stood up and spun around towards the dormitories, and Remus called to him, "Wait, Padfoot, I'm s-" but Sirius had already vanished up the staircase.