Chapter 1: "Somebody loves you if they pick an eyelash off of your face or wet a napkin and apply it to your dirty skin."
"So they carved the first president's face into Mount Rushmore... what are you doing?"Remus didn't care when Sirius had stared at him for longer than a comfortably slow glance, he could have been dozing off. He didn't care when Sirius had brought his thumb up to his lips, he could have been biting his nail. Remus cared when Sirius leaned over and scrubbed gently at his cheek bone with a spit-covered thumb. All thought of muggle studies flew out his left ear when Sirius didn't answer. He raised an eyebrow when Sirius pulled his hand back and then wiped it carelessly on his bed spread.
"Hmm? Oh, there was some dirt on your face. I got it for you." He grinned cheerfully at his tutor, unaware of how how uncomfortable he'd just made him.
"What?" Sirius frowned when Remus continued to stare, a little wide-eyed.
"Nothing," Remus said finally, clearing his throat. "That just seemed so... motherly, I guesss." There was a silence after he looked away. Sirius barked with laughter moments later, rolling onto his back on the bed they were studying on. Remus stayed where he was, cross legged at the foot of the bed, unsure of exactly how to respond to his hysterical friend.
"Remus!" He barked after a few minutes, "How in the world, no offense, could I be motherly? First of all, you know the situation with my family and secondly, I'm a MAN..." His cheeks flushed with embarrassment slightly as he grunted in response.
"Not a man yet. Alright then, if it wasn't motherly, what was it?" Sirius considered Remus for a moment, his eyes narrowed before chuckling again.
"Hell if I know, who's his face that was on Mount Rushy?"
"Mount RUSHMORE," Remus responded, flicking Sirius on the forehead as he settled on his elbows, closer to Remus than before.
(But only just.)