Remus shifted in his sleep, whimpering softly and curling his knees to his chest. He didn't want to wake up yet; it was a Saturday, so he really had no reason to, anyway.

There was still a slight buzz from the alcohol he'd consumed the night before, but other than that and the aching, Sirius was feeling pretty okay. That was, until he recalled the event that had occurred between himself and a particular Marauder, and began to have a minor freak-out in his bed.
What was Remus thinking? Sirius was the idiotic, trouble-maker who was infuriatingly good at everything he put his hand to with equally infuriating minimal effort. Remus had said that manytimes, and was in a constant state of rolling his eyes at Sirius for those, and many more, things on a daily basis.
Sirius glanced over at the auburn-haired boy groaning in his sleep and shook his head. "What the fuck?" he whispered to himself.

Remus shifted again as he awakened, and stretched, emitting a small sound as he rubbed his eyes. He sat up a bit, yawning, not awake enough to process yet. As his mind cleared, however, he thought back to the night before. Was he correct in his actions? What was Sirius thinking now? Did he even remember?

Sirius watched, wide-eyed, as Remus shifted and sat up in his bed, and waited until he looked over to give a weak smile. "Hello. I mean- Morning!"
He could have just closed his eyes and pretended to still be asleep, but that would have been the easy option. He had no idea what was happening to him in the face of Remus Lupin's affections, but it kind of felt like an enormous self-esteem crisis, in which Sirius couldn't actually fathom why the fuck anybody who knew him as well as Remus did, would desire him.
And as quick as the thought had come to him, Sirius realized how ridiculous that thought was -of course a person would desire him- the question was why did Remus? Smart, sensible, collected Remus.

Remus yawned and looked up, lifting his knees to his chest.

"Morning," he said sleepily, stretching again. "How'd you sleep?"

He leaned back against the headboard of his bed, yawning once more and rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm. Was he absolutely sure of what happened last night? He rested his chin on his knees, sighing softly. Even if he was absolutely sure of what happened the night before, why would Sirius even want anything to do with him? He was just Remus- dependable, homework-doing, conscientious, sensible, boring Remus. Sirius was fun- he was a real person; he enjoyed himself and made the most of things. Remus, on the other hand, tended to be antisocial.

"Fine. Brilliant. Like a baby, really," Sirius almost blurted out, not sure why, exactly, it had become so difficult to talk to Remus, but finding that he suddenly couldn't work out what to say. He wanted to be the great person that Remus was clearly under the impression he was - charismatic and witty and smart - but was he really all that smart? Should he have been saying some witty right then? Fuck!
"Out like a light, I was. Completely dreamless, I just dropped like a log. Reallyyyyy great sleeping... Really..." Sirius trailed off, realizing that he'd gotten a little carried away with himself and ended up kind of wishing the bed would open up and swallow him. He gave Remus a nervous smile and hoped he wouldn't pick up on anything from the idiotic rambling.

Remus smiled. "That's good," he said, twisting his hands in his lap awkwardly. It was a bit funny to him- not Sirius' behavior, but how he seemed to try so much harder when he truly didn't need to. Remus certainly hadn't fallen for his witty intellectuality. Not by any means. No, he'd fallen for the honesty in his voice and the laughter in his eyes; the way that he was the complete polar opposite of Remus.

Sirius nodded, satisfied with Remus' answer, and looked around the room as if in search of any topic other than last night. Quickly, however, he realized it was the room that was making him so nervous; the proximity of Peter and James (even if he did know) and the crampness of the dormitory that seemed to make Sirius awkwardly aware of them each in their own beds, and how it would be ever so simple to just share the one instead.
"Do you want to go for a walk?" He asked, suddenly, returning his gaze to Remus hopefully. Sirius was already climbing out of his bed before Remus could answer, content to roam the grounds alone if the other boy declined.

Remus dragged himself out of bed. "Morning, Prongs," he called before turning to Sirius. "Love to," he replied. He watched Peter for a moment, shifting awkwardly as he watched the boy sleeping soundly in his bed. He was tempted to just be like an ostrich and bury his head in the sand- figuratively, of course. He was suddenly uncomfortable even in his own skin, knowing that James knew. He was even more uncomfortable knowing that Peter didn't know. While all these thoughts coursed through his mind, he changed from his pajamas to normal clothes.

Sirius got dressed hurriedly and stood by the door waiting for Remus.
"Fancy going down to the lake? I'd like to get out of the castle for a while, if that's alright with you?" He asked, running a hand back through his hair, which was the single, brief daily method of grooming that Sirius practiced. And yet, somehow, it always managed to look good. He tried not to think about how this - to someone in the know, possibly James - could look a lot like a date, albeit a small and unexciting one.

Remus shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me," he murmured, sticking his hands in his pockets. He looked up at Sirius, eyes slightly wide.

Sirius looked back and met Remus' gaze, turning away instantly before he just lunged at him. "Right. C'mon, then," he cleared his throat and led the way out of the dormitory.
They walked in silence, but for the brief sniff or cough here and there, until they were out of the main entrance and headed down to the lake. Sirius glanced sideways at Remus for the first time since they'd left the room, and noticed how his nose had begun to turn a little red in the slight cold.
"We kissed," he found himself saying, quite abruptly breaking the silence, apparently ready to broach the subject now.

Remus followed Sirius obediently, not saying a word until he was spoken to for fear of ruining the comfort and safety of silence.

There it is. "Yes, we did," Remus said slowly. He kept his hands in his pockets where it was warm, muttering some incantation to warm his face a bit. He swallowed, not able to look Sirius directly in the eye.

Sirius swallowed, watching Remus from the corner of his eye. "Well, actually, it was me who kissed you. At first. You, you know, let me know how you felt. About me. And I kissed you," he informed Remus, in case he hadn't been clear on what had actually occured.

Remus lifted an eyebrow. "I was there, Sirius. I know quite well what happened," he said evenly, removing his hand from his pocket to pull at his bottom lip, almost in a nervous manner. He stared at the Black Lake, still avoiding looking at Sirius in case they accidentally made eye contact.

"Right, yeah. No, I know, I just," Sirius nodded at his shoes. "I think you'll agree, it was sort of an unexpected turn of events, me kissing you."
He went quiet for a moment and then put a hand on Remus' forearm to stop walking. "I just wanted to clear it up, though, that I... well, I meant it. It wasn't just a thing to do at the time. I may not have been feeling whatever you have for I don't know how long, but... I still wanted it." Sirius reeled at his own words for a moment, the realization only hitting him as he said it to Remus.

Remus ran his tongue along the back of his teeth, expecting to have his heart completely broken. He slowly- so slowly- lifted his chin, keeping his hand in front of his mouth. "I know that," he said softly. His voice held shockingly little emotion, and he'd wiped his face clean of signs of how he was actually feeling at that moment.

Sirius watched Remus, nervously. "Did you hear what I said, Moony?" he asked, not entirely reassured by Remus' reaction, or lack thereof.

"Yes, I heard what you said," he said softly. "We went through a similar conversation last night, did we not?"

Sirius stared at him for a long moment trying to work out if it was Remus' way of saing thanks, but no thanks, and found himself extremely frustrated by the thought.
"Well, yeah," he pulled his hand back from Remus' arm and frowned, becoming increasingly irritated by his lack of readable response. "Okay, so that's what I have to say on the matter. Your turn."

Remus shrugged. "I told you how I felt last night," he said, looking down again. He closed his eyes, feeling the tips of his ears burn as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I just..."

"You just what?" Sirius asked, almost desperately. "Remus, you're killing me here."

"I just don't want to get hurt," he whispered.