For the Ship Wars Competition (RemusSirius vs RemusTonks)
Sirius paces back and forth, wringing his hands together. Remus watches, helpless.
"All those years in Azkaban," Sirius grumbles, kicking the leg of a chair and sending it crashing against the wall. "All those years in a bloody prison, and I'm back in my childhood prison."
"Sirius…"
Sirius shakes his head. "From one prison to another, Moony. Just when I thought I was done with this blasted place. I feel like the universe is playing a sick trick on me."
With a sigh, Remus grabs him by the wrists. The effect is instantaneous. Sirius slows to a halt, nearly tumbling from the sudden stop. His body relaxes ever so slightly at the touch, and his face softens.
"I sound like a child, don't I?" Sirius sighs.
"You always sound like a child," Remus points out, his lips quirking into a smile.
"How do you put up with me, Moony?"
Remus laughs, shaking his head. "Believe me. It's a lot of hard work. But I've had plenty of practice."
"I've just always hated this place. It's a big, fat reminder that I wasn't good enough for my family. All those years spent trying to escape, and now…" Sirius waves his hands in a helpless gesture.
Remus pulls him close, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.
"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?" Sirius asks, brows raised, a goofy grin on his lips.
"Just making Grimmauld Place a little less grim."