A/N: Another chapter. I was kinda depressed when I wrote this... again really short, but the non-flashback ones will have a tendency to be shorter, I think.
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The whispers continued from behind the curtain as they always had, taking no notice of the figure crumpled on the cold, hard, stone ground. Remus lifted red-rimmed eyes toward the raised stone and it's precious, hated curtain. Tears flowed anew as the memory played itself out. Their first kiss... a smile, faint and fading, made itself known to the curtain. Sirius had told him many times that he always tasted like Sugar Quills. More tears. Always more tears.
Boys don't cry Sirius had said more than once, stifling tears when he had received word that Regulus was dead. That was one of the things that his father had taught him as a child when he was caught crying after a sparrow was killed by a cat. That lesson was unlearned as Sirius wept on Remus' shoulder, for his brother, for years of neglect, for himself. Remus, too, wept, on the floor, no shoulder to cry on.
"Sirius," he chocked out, "Padfoot. Come back. Please you have no idea how much..." More tears came, obscuring words. And as words failed, memories came again.
~*~ Another chapter up when I finish this!