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Remus comes out of the shower, clothed and with a towel wrapped around his wet hair, singing softly under his breath as he enters the kitchen. Breakfast is ready and waiting for him. It isn't anything special, but Sirius makes an amazing toast and egg plate.

"You always do that," Sirius says, scribbling something on a piece of parchment.

"Do what?"

"When you come out of the shower, you're always singing that sad song."

Remus snorts. He doesn't understand why Sirius is so bothered by it. While Remus doesn't have the most amazing singing voice, he isn't terrible. Maybe it's the song choice, but Remus will not change his tune.

"Look." Sirius pushes the parchment forward. "Here is an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements."

"Sweet Merlin." Remus rolls his eyes. He doesn't even bother to look at the list. "We haven't even known each for thirty years. We're only eighteen!"

Sirius shrugs. "Yeah, maybe, but that's not the point. Come on, Moony. We've been dating for two years. Are you really telling me I don't do anything that annoys you?"

That isn't the case at all. Remus could easily list thousands of things that his boyfriend does that annoys him. Just the other day, he climbed into bed while wearing sweaty, smelly socks and didn't seem to understand why Remus didn't want to cuddle.

But there's a difference.

Remus deflates slightly. "I would never keep a bloody list of your bad habits. I knew you were flawed when we started dating," he says. "I love you, even if you do things that annoy me."

Sirius laughs, causing Remus to frown. What could possibly be so funny? He'd meant every word of what he said, and it hurts that Sirius would actually laugh at that.

"Read the list."

Remus scowls. "I don't want to."

"Quit being a stubborn bastard and read the damn list," Sirius insists, and he gives Remus that smile that is so hard to resist.

Remus picks up the parchment, eyes scanning over the messy words. "'Can't hug me when he's in werewolf form. Falls asleep early so I can't stay up talking to him all night.'"

And the list goes on like that. Silly things that have nothing to do with him. Remus blushes. "You… don't hate my singing?"

"Of course not! I just needed an excuse to show you this."

Laughing, Remus sets the list aside and moves closer, wrapping his arms around Sirius. "Oops."

Sirius leans in, pressing a quick kiss to Remus' lips. "You really think I'm flawed?"

"Shut up and kiss me again."