A minute after Sirius had walked out of the bedroom, Remus had heard the front door slam, and Remus knew that he was probably going on a walk to clear his head. Remus, however, couldn't even move.
He sighed and leaned back against the soft pillows. The moon had been two days ago, and he was still a bit snappy. He had let Moony get the best of him, yet again. Sirius knew he hadn't meant what he said, right?
He felt tears sting his eyes at what Sirius had said. A mistake. They weren't a mistake. They may get into a lot of fights, but they still loved each other… didn't they? Remus still loved Sirius, that's for sure. He didn't know what he'd do without Padfoot.
Before Hogwarts, Remus had been so lost. His parents had kept him from making friends, worried that he'd get hurt. When he'd met the James, Peter, and Sirius, he thought it was too good to be true. Three friends? He'd been so careful to keep his lycanthropy a secret, and when they had found out in second year, Remus felt his heart break. But then they hadn't cared! In fact, they had wanted to help him. And they did, by becoming Animagi. Remus was in pure heaven. They were unstoppable. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs; the Marauders.
But as they neared the end of their school years, Remus found himself once again on the edge of self-repulsion. He hadn't told anyone, but he had been terrified of the prospect of going out into the real world. He knew his lycanthropy would make it impossible for him to get a job, and he didn't know what to do. He couldn't live off his family's money forever, and though he knew his friends would be more than happy to help him out, he didn't want to become a burden to them. But then he'd gotten a call from the Daily Prophet (the Prophet!) asking him if he'd like to write for them. The editor of the paper had a cousin who was a werewolf, so Remus' condition didn't bother him. Remus was practically elated. He'd been writing for them ever since, making a small, but constant, income for himself.
After graduation, he had moved back in with his parents for a month before buying a small flat with Peter. James and Sirius had bought their own cottage together a few blocks away, and the four friends had stayed as close as ever. But a few months later, Peter had gotten a job offer in Wales as a Healer, and Remus found himself without a roommate. The rent was so bad, he thought he'd have to move back in with his parents, but then James had proposed to his girlfriend, Lily, and Remus had moved into the cottage with Sirius. James and Lily had bought the house next door and had it redone into what it was now.
Later that year, Lily was four months pregnant, and Sirius and Remus decided they'd had enough of the small broken down house, and had found this flat in the center of London. It had been more expensive, but Sirius had just been promoted to a real Auror, so they'd been able to afford it.
Lily had given birth to a small boy named Harry at the end of July. Sirius was named godfather, so they had been forced to baby-sit Harry all the time. Well, 'forced' is a bit of an exaggeration. Sirius almost begged Prongs to let him take care of the little rascal.
It had been exactly three months later, on Halloween, when things changed. You see, in fifth year, Remus had started secretly pining over his best friend and almost-brother Sirius. It had driven him a bit insane, but, being Remus, he had managed to keep his emotions/hormones in check. Unfortunately, contrary to his beliefs, it had not been a small phase, and had lasted through his school years, turning into full-fledged love in the fall of Seventh year. Remus had readily accepted that Sirius (being Sirius) would never love him back, but the feelings stuck with him nonetheless.
But then, on October 31st 1980, a drunken kiss had led to a whole other story. Remus still remembered every last detail.
"You can't do that, Pads!" Remus shouted angrily. He got some strange looks from some other people at the Halloween party, but he didn't care. Sirius drew back, unfocused eyes confused.
"Do what, Moony?" He asked, sobering up a bit.
"You can't kiss me like that." Remus said, looking down. "Especially when you don't mean it." He added in a whisper.
Sirius leaned closer. "Who says I don't mean it?" Remus looked up hopefully before regaining his downtrodden expression.
"You're drunk, Siri." Remus said without emotion. Sirius raised an eyebrow mischievously.
"Am I?" He asked in a challenging voice. Remus narrowed his eyes in confusion before looking away again.
"Yes, Padfoot, you are. Now please, go annoy Prongs or something." Remus said, watching as Padfoot tried to get Lily to dance with him.
"I'm not drunk, Rem." Sirius whispered hotly into his ear. Remus jerked away. He had to admit, he did sound very sober at the moment.
"You downed almost six bottles of firewhiskey. Yes, you are." Remus said again, not swayed. Sirius smiled and took Remus' hand, pulling the werewolf to his feet as he stood up.
"I'm surprised you fell for that, Remmy. I'm a Black. We don't get drunk that easily." Sirius said quietly.
Remus widened his eyes. "But… why did you kiss me?" Remus asked, heart rate speeding up.
"You see, Moons, some people kiss because they want to. And I've wanted to for a long time." Sirius had said before leaning in for a second kiss, one that Remus eagerly returned.
Sirius, it turned out, had been infatuated with Remus since Fourth year, and in love with him since Seventh. It had taken them no time at all to start a relationship, and (if possible) fall even more in love with one another.
Two years of absolute bliss passed by in the blink of an eye, and on January 1st, 1982, Sirius had actually gotten down on one knee, and pulled a ring out of his back pocket. They were married on April 28th, 1983, and despite their rough patches and constant fights, life had been perfect. He loved the way Sirius made him feel, and, despite what he may have said, falling in love with Sirius had probably been the best thing he'd ever done.
Remus sighed, hoping Sirius would come home soon. They're two-year anniversary was in about a month, and Remus really hated fighting with Padfoot. But a part of him was still mad at the Animagus. He wasn't lying when he had said he was sick of Sirius' ruthless and careless ways. He had enough to worry about as it was.
After his musing drove him to boredom, Remus drifted off into a light slumber, forgetting their one rule of thumb: never fall asleep angry.
When Remus awoke in the morning, Sirius was nowhere to be found, but there was a blanket and pillow on the couch, so Remus knew that Sirius had made it home last night. It was 9:45, so Padfoot had left for work about an hour and a half ago. He sighed at the lost opportunity to make up with Sirius, and wondered if his partner was as torn up about their fight as he was.
Pushing his worries to the back of his mind, Remus busied himself with making a kettle of tea. Sirius always made fun of his obsession with the drink, but Remus had always ignored him, saying that Sirius' obsession with dog biscuits was weirder.
Fifteen minutes later, Remus was halfway through his mug of tea, and a quarter of the way through that day's edition of the Daily Prophet. That's when the phone rang.
Remus sighed and set down his tea before hitting the green button on the phone and bringing it up to his ear.
"Hello?" He asked tiredly. There was an obvious commotion on the other end, and he could hear several voice talking worriedly before one louder voice spoke up.
"Moony?" It was James. Remus caught his breath at the urgent tone his friend used. "Moons, you need to come quick."
"What? James, where are you? Shouldn't you be at work?" James worked with Sirius at the Auror office. Remus was now wide-awake. He readjusted the phone in his hand, running the other through his hair.
"I'm at St. Mungo's. Remus…" James paused for a second, "Remus, it's Padfoot."
