At the wedding Remus sat in the spare bedroom in his rented tuxedo, Sirius was straightening his bow tie in the mirror. It was spring and the air itself was glad. Outside the day was sunny, and a hired band was tuning up and throwing a few cords across the sunlit field. Sirius looked handsome in the suit, his shaggy black hair tied back with a piece of twine. There was something older about him as he stood fumbling with the tie, lines more set around his face, a finer jaw. They weren't school students anymore, something about that seemed strange.
Remus stood and covered the distance between them, reaching to push Sirius' clumsy hands out of the way and knot the bow tie with his steadier fingers.
"God. James getting married. It's wild, isn't it? I can't even breathe. Thank Merlin it's not me walking down the Goddamn aisle." Sirius said it with a grin across his handsome face. He was rocking up and down on the balls of his feet with the nervous energy that was so distinctly Sirius.
"Dance with me." He said suddenly, and Remus felt his hands being grabbed into Sirius' sweaty palms.
They whirled around the airy bedroom, hearing the band's soft music floating from the sunny lawn. Sirius pulled him closer and Remus looked up into the man's wild eyes; dark brown with a fierce circle of black outlining the shadowy irises. They stopped dancing.