"Somebody loves you if they can order you food without having to ask what you want."
Remus was grateful for the sense of stability, even wellness, that hung in the air around him that year. No headaches, sore muscles, bandages... anything. For once, he was healthy.
Although this was a rare and blessed time for Remus, life seemed to continue to throw him curveballs.
The last three full moons had been the easiest in his life and he was eternally grateful for his friends. His idiotic, stupid, brave friends that made everything possible.
And yet...
Everywhere he turned, there was Sirius. In his classes, the common room, behind him, and even in his thoughts. Remus couldn't escape and worse, he found he didn't want to.
Love, obsession, curiosity, protectiveness... whatever it was that had suddenly caught the both of them and pulled mercilessly, Remus was happy with it.
"You okay, Moons?"
And here he was again, leaning over Remus in the History section of the library, one arm resting on the shelf beside him, trapping Remus between Sirius and the books. Remus grinned slightly at the thought. What would it be, Sirius or the books?
As much as he loved books...
"Remus?" Sirius asked, quieter, leaning forward to look closer; to try to catch the other's eye.
Remus opened his mouth to answer and found that he couldn't. This whole... think... monologue... innermost thought process... it was taking control of him. That in itself scared the hell out of him.
Sirius put a hand to Remus' face, his thumb gently rubbing the other boy's cheekbone.
"Moony...?" Concern flickered in Sirius' eyes and he leaned closer, trying to pull the boy out of himself.
"Sirius... I'm sorry... did you need something?"
They were too close. Remus should have expected what came next.
"Yes, actually."
The words were whispered, a tongue running over dry lips. The kiss was subtle and cautious, a taste. When he pulled away, Remus' eyes were closed and he was up in the clouds again.
Sirius decided he'd try again just for good measure. When his lips were met with a smile, he knew the spell was gone.
Remus slept through dinner that evening, wrapped warmly in Sirius' arms. When he woke again later, he found a blueberry muffin and hot chocolate sitting on his night stand.
"How did he know?" Remus wondered, biting into the still-warm muffin.
