So, naturally, he hadn't been thrilled when he had finally got the details of Project: Let's Kill Snape! down. Naturally, he hadn't been thrilled with Sirius Black. In fact, he had refused to speak to Sirius Black ever again.
Sirius had tried to get Remus to talk to him again using stupid tactics, the only tactics he knew; begging him repeatedly for forgiveness he had tried, but Remus refused to say a word. Eventually both James and Peter had grown tired of the rift in their happy circle of friendship that was no longer happy, and they forced Sirius and Remus to have a big talk. They had a big, awkward talk that wasn't very big or long... but was very heavy and wearisome on their hearts.
"Remus," Sirius had said, his arms crossed behind his back. "We need to talk."
All of his fingers had been crossed and intertwined, so tight with hope that his knuckles had become very white.
Remus had sat there calmly by the fire in the empty common room, biting his tongue, hoping his bangs successfully hid his eyes from view. Sirius was good at reading people, and if he had been able to see Remus' eyes then, he would've had no trouble at all.
Remus had let his tongue go after a long moment of silence. He had actually spoken. He had said, letting more scorn drip from his voice than he'd intended, "James and Peter sent you."
"Yes, they did."
And his knuckles had still been white. He had kept his fingers and arms all crossed for a very long time.
Sirius was not very superstitious and he doubted a couple crossed fingers would help in in any way at all, but he did it constantly anyway. Sometimes at night he crossed his fingers and wished on a star, perhaps the Dog Star, hoping that his friendship with Remus could be normal again.
Remus and Sirius had repaired, however badly, their friendship by the end of the short, nervous conversation. James and Peter were pleased, and henceforward they continued with their usual adventures. However, Remus and Sirius both knew none too deep down that their friendship hadn't been repaired at all. It had been repaired about as well as James' glasses had been when that one Slytherin Beater had whacked him with his bat. James and Sirius had put Spellotape on them, but they had flopped off of James' face anyway. In the end, they'd figured out how to use the Reparo spell on the glasses.
Too bad Reparo doesn't work on friendships, Sirius lamented. He was laying wide awake in his dormitory, but he didn't dare move, lest Remus might confront him. Remus was the least confrontational person Sirius had ever met, but Sirius had an irrational fear of speaking to Remus alone. He was scared of a discussion with just the two of them, really. He didn't want to lose the friendship he had with him, no matter how pathetic a state that friendship was currently in. He wished magic worked on friendships. He wished he was less dependent on magic, too. He didn't like the idea that magic didn't work on everything.
In a bed very near to Sirius', Remus was indeed awake and thinking. He was all too aware that Sirius was also awake, so he didn't dare move.
They both waited.
And waited.
And nothing happened.
And so they both eventually fell into uneasy sleep.