A/N: Just a little drabble :) Set just after the Prisoner of Azkaban
Disclaimer: Remus and Sirius are the sole property of Ms. J. K. Rowling. The sugared almond on the other hand, is mine :D
Sugared Almonds
"Gods Rem," Sirius curled his hand weakly around the tiny, matt white egg and smiled. "Of all the things in all the world."
"It's all I've got," Remus ran his hands desperately across Sirius' face. "That's it. Merlin, eat it, Sirius for god's sake before I go mad."
Sirius smiled gently at him, and reached up with a trembling hand to hold Remus'. "Don't like the white ones," he murmured.
"Gods, Sirius, just eat it." Remus reached down and took the Muggle sweet from Sirius' emancipated fist. Sirius opened his mouth and, in a ritual sickeningly similar to that which they had gone through so many times before, Remus laid the sugared almond reverently on his tongue.
"I never understood," Sirius began, but was interrupted by a fit of hacking coughs, "I never understood what you liked about them so much."
Remus sniffed, and ran his hands through his friend's hair. "Different layers," he smiled, "Getting to the almond never ceases to surprise me."
Sirius groaned softly, and Remus realised he was having trouble holding himself upright.
"It's alright," Remus whispered, and took the blood soaked animagi in his arms. "Gods, Sirius, it's alright."
"But it's not, is it Remus?" Sirius' voice was so faint, muffled against his friend's tattered robes.
"Don't say that."
There was a sharp intake of breath and Remus' felt his lungs constrict, and then he realised Sirius was laughing. He must have gone mad Remus thought, or maybe I've gone mad as well.
"So melodramatic Moony," Sirius murmured. "I meant the sweet." Another sickening cough. "It tastes like goblin shite."