A/N: A 100 word drabble written during the first thunderstorm of this summer. I wanted to try something... There's no plot, really. You can also interpret this as you wish – slashy or not.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Beta: No.
Remus hated that sound.
First he tried to feverishly block it from his mind, but his heart's frightened pounding reminded him of it constantly.
He let out a sight, and with a quick move he left his comfortable bed, took three steps and whispered between two burgundy curtains,
"Sirius, can I sleep next to you?"
"Hmm, thunderstorm again?"
"Yes."
"Come in."
Remus dived under the comforter and made a face,
"You've been eating again in your bed, haven't you?"
Sirius mumbled, "I can't help it, it's a disease."
"Well, fortunately I don't mind the crumbs as much as the storm."