New Cardigan
"Is that a new cardigan, Remus?" Sirius asks one morning over breakfast.
Remus glances down at his top, dumbfounded. It is new, but he didn't expect his roommate to notice because it looks just the same as the others that hang in his closet in neat rows. It's a nice, sensible shade of beige—neutral enough to go with everything. Sirius always makes fun of the color, but Remus just shrugs it off. At least Sirius notices something about him, he thinks.
Now, he tucks a strand of hair behind his ears in an attempt to distract from his reddened cheeks. Sirius also teases him about how much he blushes, but he can't help it, especially when he's around the other man.
"How—how did you know?" he asks.
Sirius' faces break out in a wide grin that causes Remus' stomach to flip over. "You left the tag on."
"I—" Remus cuts himself off with a groan. He was in such a hurry to make Sirius' coffee that he must have neglected to cut the tag from the arm of the cardigan. Sure enough, when he looks down at his right arm, there's a little shop tag sticking out. "That's...embarrassing."
"Nah." Sirius waves a hand at him. "It could have been way worse. Remember that time I forgot to put on trousers, and came down to breakfast wearing only a shirt? My pants were on full display!"
Oh, yes, Remus remembers that time very well.
"Mhmm," he hums, hoping that Sirius doesn't decide to reminisce about the other times he's forgotten to wear trousers. "Erm, would you mind cutting the tag off for me?" Being right-handed, there's no way he's going to try and operate the scissors with his left hand. He might cut into the sleeve by accident.
Sirius nods and bounds away to fetch some scissors. While he's gone, Remus presses his palms to his eyelids with a sigh. Fancying one's roommate is never a good idea, but he knows he's too far gone.
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