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A/N: Just a drabble of fluff. Pure, unadulterated fluff.
Sirius rolled over so that he was lying on his side to watch Remus reading his new Dickens. His back was propped up against his pillows, the light from his wand made his face a strange bluish colour.
"Moony?" he asked in a whisper so as not to wake the others in their beds.
"Yes, Padfoot?" Remus answered, barely taking his eyes from the pages of his book.
"It's going to be okay."
Remus' eyes stopped moving, staring instead at one spot of the book. Sirius sighed and plucked the book from his hands, marking his place with the bookmark as he had seen Remus do and set it on the nightstand. Remus continued to stare, this time at his drawn up knees, so Sirius sat up, too, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, ignoring when the other boy tensed.
"It's going to be okay," Sirius repeated, "Because I love you and anything I love is well cared for. You should know that, Moony, you've seen my broom."
Remus laughed softly and relaxed, laying his head on Sirius' shoulder, "I love you, too, Padfoot. And James and Peter, too. I know you'll all look out for me. It's just…hard, knowing that I'll be hard pushed to find a home, let alone a job."
"Don't be silly, Rem." Sirius frowned, lifting the hand around the other boy and stroke Remus' hair soothingly, "You're coming to live with me…well, if the next moments go well, that is."
"What do you mean?" Remus asked softly, starting to sound sleepy.
"You misunderstood my meaning when I said that I love you."
Remus was deathly silent for an uncomfortably long time and Sirius was frozen, unable to move away from his friend in fear that he had ruined everything between them by finally gathering the courage to speak his true feelings. Swallowing, he decided to go on; better to have it all out in the open now than hide it away again.
"I love your freckles," he went on, his fingers continuing their stroking of Remus; hair, enjoying the close intimacy between them while Remus was still too shocked to move, "I love your eyes and your hair. I think I realised that I didn't love you like a friend or a brother when we, Prongs, Wormtail and I, finally finished our animagus transformations – your expression was filled with trust, disbelief and…I'm pretty sure you were tearing up."
"Sirius—"
"That's what I love the most about you – that trust you put in us, in your friends. In me. It means the world to me to have that from you and if I ever did anything to lose that… can[t even think about it."
"Sirius—"
"I think about you all the time, I need to be with you as much as humanly possible without freaking you out. Actually, that's the thing I love about you the most – you're so in tune with me, you don't even realise it. You don't need to question me, you just accept it, you understand.
"Sirius—"
"Actually, I think I love your fingers the most. Yes, definitely your fingers. Long and elegant. I love watching them when you turn the pages of your books, or when they sweep your hair out of your eyes, even though I would like to do that myself. I love to imagine what those fingers could do…what they could…"
"Sirius!" Remus interrupted, finally getting the animagus' attention when he started to daydream. Sirius looked down at him, looking a little embarrassed. He stared to move away, mistaking the other boy's annoyance, but Remus shook his head wordlessly, needing only one thing to respond to Sirius' many words and declarations.
So he reached up and drew closer to Sirius, joining their lips in a soft kiss that painted a thousand words.