Remus and Sirius dining in France. Out of Hogwarts and the war upon them. One of their last holidays. Slash.
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"Ah!" Sirius sighed and patted his stomach in the unnecessary theatrical manner, which –Remus believed– he had adopted because he had confused his life with a film.
"Some good oyster. Eh?" Sirius continued, gazing at Remus from under his brows, letting his chin fall down to rest upon his chest. Remus nodded.
"Fancy making a run for it?" Sirius asked with the same effortless ease he'd use to ask someone to pass the butter.
Remus' head jerked in surprise and his brain –which had belched itself sluggish– was snapped back into it's usual speed.
He stared at Sirius, who smirked, daring Remus to kill his comfort zone. So like Sirius.
Remus' gaze hardened as he said "Sure."
Sirius seemed briefly surprised. Then he stood up, large and lazy in his arm movements. "I need a piss first."
After Sirius had gone Remus peered around the tiny French restaurant they had stumbled in earlier, hungry and rained on. It was filled with dim orange light and high backed chairs that forced you to sit straight. There was no one in sight. They could just leave. And Sirius could just forget it.
Remus dug his pocket, pulled out all the francs he had and placed them between the used plates and bowls. So that only one who expected them to be there would notice.
He could see them already, him and Sirius sprinting down the street with the sky falling into the pavement –as it often did when Remus looked at it,
when he thought about them, their generation immersed in war. The closeness of the close of it.
Sirius would roar with laughter and believe Remus had balls, while the woman with the sorrowful or spiteful bottom lip would wonder why they had given a humongous tip and hid it amongst the dishes.
No one would get hurt. That was –Remus realized– what seemed to be his first priority these days and always.
A low chuckle rang out behind him. Sirius was motioning towards the door. His intentions of looking sly came out as looking stupid.
He halted behind Remus, puffing on the back of Remus' neck.
"I can't believe you!" He said, condemning and shrill. Sirius had noticed the money.
"Um"
Remus' brain groaned when it had to flip through all the possible meanings of "I can't believe you!" and Sirius' facial expression.
Then it crawled into thinking how would it be classiest to force Sirius to refrain from arguing in the restaurant, because then all Remus' good intentions would wilt with uselessness. He also had time to wonder if he could keep from crying if Sirius broke up with him there and then above a bowl of oyster shells.
Sirius must have realized by now that Remus was too weak within his high morals.
Too everything but in an opposite way to Sirius.
Sirius was too everything in a fun way.
Remus' eyes focused when Sirius opened his mouth.
"You're too good!" He exclaimed and kissed Remus on an impulse that made Remus' pulse quicken. "Too good" sounded like a bad thing, Remus thought. But the lack of oxygen caused by kissing induced Remus' brain to go momentarily lax and vague enough that the sky didn't fall and all was alright. They ran out and Sirius laughed till he hiccupped.