Sirius rolled over in his bed he shard with Remus, only to find the wolf wasn't there. He sat up and looked around. Still not there. He went into the kitchen to look for the wolf. Remus leaned on the counter, with a cup of hot tea in his hands, to look out the window. He watched the snow fall, against the already coated ground. "Remus, what are you doing up so early?" Sirius asked the younger man. Remus sighed. He just wanted to be alone for a while. He loved Sirius but the Animagus could be clingy. Sirius squeezed Remus' upper arms from behind, lovingly. "Why are you wet, Moony?" Sirius eyed him worriedly. "I went into the muggle town this morning. It was snowing." Remus turned to see the hurt look in Sirius' grey eyes. "Why did you wake me up? I would've come with you. Nevermind that; we'll talk about it later. Let's get those wet clothes off and you into a hot bath. Then to bed." Sirius took the cup from him and set it on the counter.
Remus was lead to the bathroom, where Sirius started to fill the bathtub. Remus stripped himself of all his clothes. Sirius looked at the spindly man who was covered in cuts and bruises. Sirius growled, on the inside, at the injuries. He helped steady Remus as he lowered himself into the bath. The former prisoner started to wash the werewolf's body and hair. Remus started to untense his body, slowly. Sirius rinsed him off, unplugged the tub, and wrapped a towel around his nude Moony. "You dry off. I'll get you something to wear." He came back with boxers and an undershirt. The wolf put them on. Sirius took him to lay down on their bed. He put an arm around his little mate. and buried his nose into the dark brown hair. For the first time in years, Sirius Black was truly content.