Alright so I'm having a real hard time finishing this story. I'm really glad I got some reviews because that pretty much motivated me to try to finish the next chapter. I think I managed it! There's just a few more left.

The night was cold. People passed them, tucked away in their coats and scarfs, blowing little huffs of white. It reminded him of a walked he once took himself to a certain church. That church was on the other side of town, though, and it seemed a long lost memory. Besides, he was fighting so hard to decide whether he wanted to fantasise this man to be Remus or not that the church probably would've made him gone bonkers. Even now he wasn't sure what he was doing.

As said before, not a day had gone by the past year he hadn't thought about Remus. It was ridiculous, really. But he was obsessed with him. At first, he refused to believe the man was really gone and had basically turned everything around to find all the information he could. But there was hardly anything. He had found an marriage announcement in an old newspaper from years ago but that didn't seem right. The man he met was a priest, not a married man. And that was basically all. No pictures, no names, no family. He couldn't find a damn thing. So perhaps James was right. Falling in love with a voice and nothing more was just too much. A year with this little sex hadn't exactly done him much good, either. He couldn't focus on a damn thing and his wife being pregnant from someone else didn't exactly work either.

And so he decided to just enjoy this little moment and revel in the warmth of the body next to him that gave him more comfort than he had had in a long time. They didn't talk. He thought perhaps at some point the tall man might've said something but his ears were still ringing from the club and by the time he turned to face the brown-haired man, the latter was just staring in the distance. Silence was good, Sirius decided. No silence meant no ruining the fantasy. If he decided this man could be Remus, that was.

After a few minutes of walking the man stopped and took a turn to a front door of a rather nice building. Nothing too posh but decent enough. As he turned his key, Sirius tried to quickly glance at the names near the doorbells but he couldn't really read. He followed the man and had to restrain himself when the elevator doors closed on them, making for a perfect movie moment. The moment just didn't seem right. Nothing seemed right, really. Sirius could tell the man wasn't used tot his kind of intimacy. Or maybe just not with another man. However, the frown on the man's face made him wonder if they were here fort he same reason. Perhaps that wasn't mind blowing seks but some comfort and solace to forget whatever was fucking up their mental state.

So it came that instead of jumping his bones, he wrapped his arms around the man's wasit and rested his head on the man's shoulder. He could feel a heart beat heavy against his cheek as arms responded to his initiative. This. This was what he needed as it turned out. Not something mindless but a firm hug by someone who had no reason to know or judge.
'Thank you.' He whispered, his voice nothing more than a ghost of breath. Sirius could feel the tall man nod and was pulled into his chest a little tighter. He snuggled closer into the sweater, grateful for the moment of intimacy. It was a bit sappy, yes. But everyone needed a little sappy in his life every now and then. Especially when an unhappy marriage and a pregnant wife couldn't give you any.

After a while they parted, hands still lingering here and there, not eager to let go. He could feel sthe heat of his skin burn through the fabric of his dress-shirt. It was one of the best sensations in the world, Sirius was sure of that. The man opened his mouth to talk but Sirius placed his hand over the man's lips before he could say a word. More out of an instant response than on purpose. He needed to be able to think this could be Remus. What if the man spoke and he sounded nothing alike. What if he had a horrible voice. It would ruin everything, just when he found something he needed. The complete opposite. This time not a voice without a body but a body without a voice. The man stared at him with such surprised intensity that Sirius lowered his hands but shook his hand to make sure the man understood he didn't want him to speak. And so the man just nodded, apparently not feeling the need for this odd boy to clarify himself. Instead he just grabbed his hand when the elevator doors opened and walked him to a door down the hall.

Something sparked inside Sirius' stomach when the digits automatically intertwined with his. As if they did it every day. The man let go of him when he rummaged to find another key and opened the door, welcoming Sirius in. They hung their coats on the rack, Sirius was placed on a couch and they had a little moment of silent laughter when he was asked whether he liked coffee or tea without words. The man eventually just ran into the kitchen to return with a coffeepad and a teabag and Sirius simply pointed. When he was left on the couch again and glanced through the living room, something sank in the pit of his stomach. He wasn't sure whether it was regret or hope but it confused him to his limits.

Did he want this man to be Remus or not?