Love
"Boys!" Sirius declared, struggling to sit up straighter, "Prongs, Pans… Rat-tail. Moon. Remald."
James flicked a playing card at him from where they lay abandoned. "There's only three of us you idiot."
"Sod off you tosser." Sirius grumbled, "I'm speeching." He wavered slightly before righting himself and holding his bottle up. "Being the drunkard I am, I am allowed to admit, in my inebriated state, intoxication allows me to confess to-"
"We get it Pads, you're drunk, get on with it." Peter poked Sirius causing him to topple over.
"You wankers!" Sirius exclaimed as he scrambled upright again, "you don't deserve my declarations of love!"
"Aw, Paddy-poo, you love us!" James ruffled his hair.
"Not anymore," Sirius pushed him off but his eyes met Remus' and he flashed him a quick grin.