Sirius stared at him, incredulous. The moment dragged on. Then, finally, the dark man burst out:
"You gave that, to my thirteen-year old - ?!"
Remus bit his lip.
Another excruciating second of nervousness, before a loud roar of laughter ripped the air. Remus breathed again.
Across from him, Sirius was still laughing his head off, his hair had fallen into his face and he was banging the ancient kitchen table with his hand.
Tears leaked out at the corners of his eyes when he finally looked up.
Remus' good eyesight spotted a few tiny lines around said eyes, which he'd never seen before.
He sighed.
That was the moment Kreacher chose to come shuffling past.
"… rrrraving loon, with his caput stuck up his anus…"
Two stunned seconds later, Sirius was all but crying with mirth, and their hands were barely touching. For the moment, life was good.