A/N: a tiny midnight drabble, onegaishimasu~

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By the time it was the spring of their seventh year in Hogwarts, Remus really was not that surprised about it anymore.

When Sirius tapped him in the shoulder in the middle of the night? Remus let him in. When Sirius hugged him from behind, maybe even cried a little against his shoulder? Remus asked nothing. It would have been futile. Sirius never spoke about things, not when asked. No.

But when he stopped crying and Remus could feel him tighten his grasp on his pyjamas, Remus, awfully sleepy or not, always made sure to ask, "Better?"

Sirius always nodded.