So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again

Sirius wasn't sure what, exactly, a 'jet plane' was, but anything that took Remus away from him was something he hated.

And, really, Remus could have just taken the Euro Tunnel; he was only going to France, after all. Come to think of it, couldn't he just Apparate?

Sirius' inner monologue was interrupted when Remus turned to look at him with those liquid amber eyes. "Listen, mate, I don't like it either. But I've got a job offer and you know how rare those are for me. If it helps, I'll most likely be sacked soon anyway."

Sirius was not amused. "We've only just leased the flat," he said, crossing his arms.

Raking a hand through his hair, Remus sighed. "I know, and-"

"And furthermore" Sirius interrupted with vigor, "you bloody well might have told me earlier. 'Oh, I'm going to Tours for a bit. My bookish-history-nerd self is needed for blah blah blah...'"

All my bags are packed
I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye

As Sirius ranted on, Remus rubbed his temples and wondered where the bloody hell was the cab. This was exactly why Remus had considered just leaving a note.

"I know, all right!" It came out sounding rather harsher than Remus had intended. "I know I should have said something earlier, but it the time never felt right. I have to do this."

At this outburst, Sirius stopped short and fixed his friend with a level glare. "Don't you dare get shirty with me. I'm not the one who's been unreasonable." Remus wanted to respond, but from outside they heard the cabbie blow the horn. "Right. Well, you'd best get going now. Wouldn't want to inconvenience anyone, now would you?" He opened the door for Remus, stiffly, as a butler would. "Have a nice trip, sir."

Remus was already wound tight with stress and dread, and he finally lost his patience. "You complete and utter sodding git," he hissed. "It isn't meant to be a nice vacation, it's a- nevermind. Merlin's beard, you are impossible." And without another word, Remus was out the door in flourish of slightly shabby robes and well-worn luggage. Sirius slammed the door, noting with satisfaction the cracking sound it made on impact.

Already I'm so lonesome
I could die

the puppies are not mine. consider yourselves disclaimed.

apologies to peter paul and mary for using their song, 'leavin' on a jet plane.'

there is entirely too much writing between woefully sparse lyrics; a failure.

all blame/credit to jill for the idea and for encouraging me.