Remus traipsed back from the hospital wing, his shoulder throbbing angrily and his muscles aching. He moved through the common room without stopping, climbing the stairs wearily and entering the dorm. He didn't even look around before crawling into bed and lying down. "Tired?" came Sirius' voice from his left. He nodded slowly, turning his head to look at him. Sirius was sat on his bed, a Quidditch magazine on his lap; he looked worried. "Sirius, I'm fine. I'm just tired" Remus mumbled, too exhausted to speak properly. Sirius sighed and got off his bed and sat down next to Remus. "How's your shoulder? Still pretty bad?" he asked, brushing the hair off Remus' forehead. "It's fine, it'll heal soon anyway" Sirius crawled under the covers, lying down next to Remus and pulling him gently so his head was on Sirius shoulder, and wrapped his arms around him. "Remus, you don't need to lie to me; you don't have to always think of other people you know" Remus moved closer to Sirius, throwing an arm over Sirius' stomach. "I know, it's just my natural reaction". Sirius ran his fingers through Remus' hair, laughing softly, "You're so perfect. I love you".