Disclaimer: I own not the wonderful world of Harry Potter. I claim no ties to them beside the disgusting amount of love and adoration. Let it be known! These characters are owned by the wonderful J.K. Rowling. She is a goddess.

Notes: Bah...Silly boys. Anywho...Think I should keep going? Stop here? Skip ahead, stay in the minutes following this? It is up to you my loves, you are the deciding factor.

"Sirius?"

"You shouldn't be in here. I don't know what I'll do to offend you next."

"I'm sorry."

"No, Remus. No. You shouldn't be sorry."

"It certainly sounded like you were blaming me..."

"I didn't mean it like that. Godric! I didn't know! How could I ever be anything and everything, for you, like I always wanted, when I don't even know when I'm hurting you..."

"'You always hurt the ones you love most.' Isn't that what they say?"

"Not like I did."

"Sirius?"

"What?"

"Harry's coming to stay."

"No! Don't let him!"

"Sirius, you are over-reacting."

"I might hurt him..."

"Like you did me?"

"Remus! That's James' son! I could never...I would never...Would I?" Sirius looked on the verge of tears, a sight that made Remus sick to his stomach.

"No, Sirius, you wouldn't. Plus..." Remus offered a small smile and crossed the few steps to where Sirius sat, and knelt in front of him. He pushed Sirius' hands away from his face, to which the fingers had turned white at the knuckles from clutching the distraught face. "...I'm not sure if Harry even swings that way."

"You never know."

"True enough. I guess that would explain him...Er...Never mind."

Sirius couldn't help the small chuckle at Remus' mock thinking face, with his nose all scrunch up and lips forming a disgustingly adorable pout. "I wish I'd been better to you."

Remus tilted his head to one side. "I wouldn't normally ask this, but I can see there is more to that statement. 'Why is that?'"

"Because I still am head-over-heels for you, and I can never make up the point where I broke your trust."

Remus sighed, sitting back on his heels, while the golden gaze drifted over to the fire dancing blissfully under a teapot, completely ignorant to the smiting which would later come. Rather depressing, wasn't it? "I-i..."

"No. Don't try to contradict that." Sirius leaned over and kissed the top of Remus' head tenderly. "It was nice while I had the illusion."

"Sirius?"

"When is Harry coming?"

"I...m-might..."

"You'll be taking him shopping for all his school necessities, yes? Hm. I wish for once I could do that."

"I might...still..."

"Now I can't even go out as Padfoot. D'you know, Dumbledore has plans of keeping me here? I swear the old coot's just a bit of a nutter..."

"I might...still b-be..."

"I dunno if I could stand any more time in here. Retched place this is..."

"Sirius! Listen to me!"

"Maybe it would be best if I didn't."

"Please stop that."

"You're always so polite when you command me to do something."

"Will you please listen?"

"I'm sorry, Remus. I don't think it would be right. You're doing this out of pity."

"I still love you, Sirius Black!"

"Please stop."

"But..."

"You're too good for me."

"B-but..."

"No."

"It means nothing to you?"

"It means everything. I just don't trust myself not to hurt you again."

Remus made a small noise of protest.

"I had thought my feelings were returned once. I...should've...been more careful. I remember dreaming of your arms around me for so long."

"I didn't want it then...that doesn't mean I never wanted it."