Perfect
'Who knew I could feel like this about anyone but Lily? But it's the same.'
Sirius cocked an eyebrow.
'Not that, you sick tosser. But he's all I think about. I could stare at him for days.'
'You're in love with Harry.'
'Exactly.'
'Last night he deployed a Fountain of Shit whilst you were changing him, yet everything he does is…'
'Perfect. Yes. Listen, I'm off. Let's do this again, yeah?'
'Love to Lily!' they chorused.
Sirius raised James's abandoned pint. 'To the blessed cessation of nappy talk.'
'Hear, hear.' Peter shuddered.
Remus smiled faintly, eyes glinting in the firelight.