Author's Notes: Thank you to Dreamonster11 for the favourite! I hope everyone's enjoying it all still.

Neither of them quite knew what to say after Remus had agreed with Sirius the night before. There had been a long pause, and then, well, Remus wasn't even really sure what had happened after that. It was almost a blur. He was relieved, in part, but he was also really fucking terrified. What was he supposed to do now? He really wasn't sure. And sure, he was nineteen, maybe he didn't need to have the whole relationship thing perfect now, but he definitely didn't want to ruin things with Sirius. But that was okay, he would work something out. He would do his absolute best at the very least.

He couldn't say that his mind was completely focused on baking that day. Of course, Peter — they'd opened together — Dorcas and James, especially James, had noticed that something was strange. It wasn't like he was doing a very good job at hiding it, but he'd promised himself that he would talk to Sirius properly before telling anyone anything. Which included anyone pestering him with questions that they had to repeat a few times for him to actually hear, he was so preoccupied.

He was lucky he hadn't burnt anything. He was lucky he hadn't broken anything. And, he was lucky he was closing by himself today. Sirius had agreed to come pick him up once everyone was gone. Sirius had been ready to come first thing in the morning, but Remus wasn't sure he could handle having Sirius there without being able to talk about it all. Not that he really wanted to talk about it, he was sure there was going to be terribly large amounts of blushing and embarrassment, though he wasn't quite sure why he felt like that. But this was Sirius and he was still in shock with the fact that he'd actually told Remus they should date.

So he carried on through the day, on edge all the way through. Avoiding everyone's questions, but baking with a furious intensity that at some point got everyone to back off and let him do his own thing. He could barely feel the pain today, it was there, oh, it was there, but he was almost floating above it all. Whether it was panic or excitement, he wasn't entirely sure. Whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, he knew even less. But it was nice, nice to be separated from the pain. And even if it wasn't, he wasn't in any state of mind to put himself back into his body. He was so far above it all. He felt like pure energy, putting it all into his baking. Trying to distract himself from the thought of Sirius coming that afternoon.

But that afternoon came eventually. Everyone had left maybe twenty minutes ago. James had left with an offer to stay, Remus had had to go through a series of questions and answers to assure James that he really was alright. More than alright, in fact. And at 4:10, he was pacing. The kitchen was clean. Everything was ready for the next day. He had the keys ready. He was ready to go, and for a moment, he wondered if maybe, maybe Sirius wasn't coming.

Apparently though, that wasn't something he had to fear, because in a moment, there was Sirius. Blasting through the door, a panicked expression on his face. "I'm so, so sorry I'm late."

Remus stood frozen, eyes wide. Here was Sirius, here was Sirius, apologising for being late. Here was Sirius looking glorious even as he panted. Here was Sirius, waiting for an answer from him, from Remus. Here was Sirius, who he'd pretty much agreed to date.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fantastic."
"You look as if you've seen a ghost. And I might not look awesome, but I'm definitely not a ghost," Sirius joked, looking concerned even as he raised his eyebrows in amusement at himself.

"Well, I hope you're not a ghost," Remus paused, biting his lip ring, "I certainly wouldn't want to date one of those."

At that, Sirius' expression broke into a grin and he sprung forward, wrapping Remus up in a — quite shocking — hug. "I'm so glad you agreed," Sirius whispered.

"Alright, alright. I'm glad you suggested it. I never would've gotten around to it," Remus laughed, blushing as Sirius stepped back a little.

"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I've been thinking of a million different scenarios of this since that first Friday at James and Lily's."

"Excuse me, I have to sit down now."

"What?"
"We could've sorted this out so fucking long ago."

"What?"

"It doesn't matter now. Let's go?"
"Yeah, sure. Where are we going, anyway?"
"No idea."
"Really?"

"Don't worry, I know where we're going. Relax."
"I'm relaxed."
"Liar," Sirius laughed, but he grabbed Remus' hand and dragged him out the door anyway.

—

First, they'd gone to Andy's. Sirius said that he had to get something before they started their adventuring. Remus had been mildly concerned about the word "adventuring", but Sirius had promised there was nothing that Remus wouldn't like involved. Remus had his doubts, but he was expecting those. He couldn't believe that this was happening. Was this a date? Was this them dating? He honestly wasn't sure. They spent so much time together that it didn't really make a difference. It wasn't like they hadn't seen each other often. In fact, there had been multiple times when Sirius had stopped by in the afternoon to go do something together. But today was different, maybe because Remus knew his feelings weren't just one sided. Maybe because there was a different intention behind everything. But whatever it was, Remus found himself not really caring. It was… not nice, exactly, but it was good. Things felt good.

And exhilarated as ever after the motorbike, he stepped inside Andy's with a shrug as she asked them why they were there. She'd only just gotten back from picking up Dora from school, and looked very professional in her business suit. Sirius had answered her question with a, "I just had to pick up something before we have our adventure". She had laughed at that and told them they'd better hurry up then.

"So, what are the plans for this afternoon?" Remus asked, leaning against the door frame, looking away as Sirius rummaged for something in the kitchen.

"Not peeking, are you?" Sirius asked. Remus could feel his grin even while he wasn't looking.

"No, no, I'm not. Just asking what you've planned for today."

"Good. And I thought we could go climb that tree properly, without a James interruption today. And then we could go out for dinner?" They were plans, but there was a question in Sirius' tone. Remus wanted to just step over there and hug him, but he'd been given strict instructions to not look over unless someone was going to die.

"That sounds like a great plan. I'm sure no one will be calling us today," he laughed a little, thinking of James' panic last time. And now, whenever anyone mentioned the fact that Lily was pregnant, James positively lit up with excitement.

"I hope not! We don't need anymore pregnant people."
"No, we certainly do not."
"Okay, all ready. Good to go?"
"I was only waiting for you."
"Awesome."

—

They walked down the street brushing against each other. Little bits and pieces of conversation as they spotted something interesting. There was a bookstore that Remus hadn't noticed last time, and he'd been half tempted to drag Sirius into it, but that probably wasn't the best idea on the first date — was that what this was?

So they walked, smiling, comfortable. It was comfortable.

They'd raced each other to the tree, with Remus winning by the tiniest amount and scampering up the tree as fast as humanly possible. Yelling in elation when he reached as high as he could possibly go. He was probably not the best example for the young kids in the park, but he didn't need to be. He was on a date, he was in a tree. He absolutely did not intend on making the stupid kids' rhyme come true, but he did intend on having as much fun as possible up there. One day the two of them would have to build a treehouse. Where or how? Remus had no clue, but as soon as he suggested it to Sirius, the idea was met with an excited, "yes!". So both in agreement, with neither of them actually knowing how it would be possible, had decided that they would one day build a treehouse. Possibly under the pretence that it was for Dora, or maybe for James and Lily's kid.

"Do you think they're going to get married?" Sirius asked, after Remus suggested they could build the treehouse for the Potter/Evans kid.

"I honestly don't know. It's not like they have to, but I think James in particular might like to."
"Yeah, that's fair enough. It's good we live in a world where they don't have to."
"Yeah, it is." Remus grinned, thinking of how furious Lily would be if someone told her she had to marry James. "Lily wouldn't take any of that."
"No, she absolutely wouldn't."
"I do hope they stay together though, even if they don't get married."
Sirius hummed before nodding, "I think they will. They seem pretty set on each other."
Remus grinned at that, "That's certainly true. They would have a lovely wedding too."
"They would. But imagine if Dorcas and Marls got married."
"That would be the most extravagant thing in the universe, I do believe. And I'm sure Marlene would get everything from a second-hand store just to piss off her parents more."
"You're absolutely right."
"I mean, she's pretty predictable."

"That she is."

Their conversation had drifted off into nothingness, before Sirius had spotted a kid with a frisbee and Remus had told Sirius just how many times he'd thrown a frisbee and it had ended up stuck on a roof or in a tree or in any number of other difficult to reach places. He wasn't known for his hand-eye coordination, that was for sure. That had sent Sirius spiralling into laughter and after that they'd both been hopeless. But this was the kind of hopeless Remus could enjoy, and so he did. Giving in. Giving into the comfort, to the laughter, to Sirius.

—

After their "adventure" in the park, Sirius had taken him to a little restaurant that he'd told Remus was his absolute favourite and had been since he was a kid. Remus could see why. It was very Sirius, it was comfortable, and yet, so surprisingly beautiful that Remus couldn't help but grin. There were pictures and posters lining the walls. The food smelled wonderful, and though Remus struggled desperately with choosing anything, he was smiling all the way through. He was sure he'd wake up tomorrow with a sore face, just from all the smiling he'd been doing.

"So," Remus began, in between mouthfuls of food, "I'm still struggling to believe this is happening."
"Why?" Sirius asked, tilting his head, and once again reminding Remus of a puppy.

"Because you're you. You're Sirius. You're brilliant and beautiful."
"Remus, cheri, love. I can't believe you said yes. I was sure that I'd have to pretend that I was horribly drunk or something. I was sure that I'd have to urge you to forget it. You're kind and lovely and stunning Remus—"

"You're lying, but I appreciate it."
"No, I'm not at all Remmy."
"Oh lord, not Remmy."

Sirius grinned, eyes lighting up, "Yes, Remmy indeed. And my darling Remmy, what do you say about perhaps making this a thing?"
"Calling me Remmy? Absolutely not," Remus replied, smiling.
Sirius huffed, sticking his tongue out, "You know what I mean."
"I'm afraid you'll have to be a little more clear."
"Remus!"
"Yes, yes, alright," he grinned, rolling his eyes, "yes, I think perhaps we could make this a thing."
"Really?"
"Nah, I'm lying." Sarcasm dripping off his words as he shook his head.

Sirius threw his hands up in the air and sat back heavily, grinning all the while. "Evil man. Perhaps I shouldn't date you."

"You don't mean that."

"You're right, I don't."

—

Remus enjoyed that night more than he had enjoyed almost any other. It had been calm, but so wonderfully exhilarating that he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to sleep again. Even after Sirius had left him at the door of his apartment with an awkward hug and a barely heard, "see you tomorrow?", Remus couldn't breathe from the sheer loveliness of it all. And that was the perfect word for it, "lovely". Everything about the afternoon, everything about the night had been just lovely. Of course, Sirius was always lovely. But this was different. This was what dating was like, Remus supposed. He had only ever had Gilderoy, but already, this was so, so different to that.

He had barely worried the entire night. He hadn't worried when he saw the prices at the restaurant. And after some protestation, he wasn't worried when Sirius had insisted on paying the bill. He wasn't worried about how things would turn out tomorrow. He wasn't worried about how he could possibly make Sirius happy. He wasn't worried about Sirius wanting sex. He wasn't worried about how fast his feelings had grown, and were growing for the man. He hadn't been worried when silence had settled over them. And he hadn't been worried when Sirius had asked him if he wanted to do this again.

Of course, the answer was yes.

But he could remember so few times when he'd been so free of worry. It was nice. It was more than nice. It was lovely. And he was going to go with that for now, he decided as he climbed into bed that night. He was going to go with lovely, and with Sirius. He would have to tell Lily and James they'd been right. Maybe he'd even tell Dora that she could predict the future — she'd said he was Sirius' boyfriend not too long ago — but he didn't have to think about that now. He didn't have to know whether or not they were going to end up boyfriends, though he'd like to. He didn't have to know what he was going to tell people, or how he would ask Sirius. All he had to know was if he wanted to do this. And the answer was sitting right in front of him, it would always be a yes. So he would go with lovely, and he would go with Sirius.