It's late - early morning - and Remus hasn't been to bed yet. Up all night and he's not even tired. It's what he loves about the summer, that quiet, lazy nothingness. They've got nowhere to be, nothing to do except a few essays that they can do later.
He loves it.
"Moony." Sirius's voice is quiet, his eyes sleepy. Remus smiles at him, leans his head against Sirius's shoulder.
"Wanna swing?" Remus asks after a moment. There's a park, he can see it. Not far away, and it has swings.
"Um." Sirius turns a little, looks back at Remus's house. "Yeah, let's swing."
It's all grass between here and there. Remus loves the feeling of it against his feet, loves the way it soaks the bottoms of his jeans. He digs his feet in a little more than necessary, slows down enough that Sirius has to tug on his hand.
"Hey," Sirius says when they're sitting on the swings, Remus swinging his legs back and forth but not really going anywhere. "Where are your shoes?"
Remus looks down at his bare feet, spreads his toes, wiggles them at Sirius.
"Left them in the house." Remus shrugs, laughs when Sirius bumps into him with his swing.
Sirius's watch beeps a little while later, after Remus has launched himself from the swing a couple times.
"We better get home," he says, and Remus can hear the regret in his voice.
"Just one more jump." He pushes off extra hard.