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Soaked
When Sirius opens the door, it's Remus. Remus whom he hasn't seen for two months now. Remus, his light green sweater soaked from the rain, droplets of water dripping from his hair.
"You were wrong," he says, and Sirius involuntarily ducks his head, only to notice Remus's shoes which are clearly falling apart. This makes him move aside to let Remus enter.
"Come in."
"You were wrong."
Sirius meets the steady bright gaze framed by wet eyelashes. "I know," he answers simply. "We both were."
"Yes."
And this solemnity is enough. Without looking away, Sirius steps out into the rain.