Author's Note/ Disclaimer
Part two! Set right before their fifth year at Hogwarts, immediately following Sirius running away from his family and ending up at the Potter's. This chapter does have slash, so now you've been warned. I own none of the characters, and the lines below are from T.S. Eliot's "Love Song of Alfred J. Prufrock". Enjoy!

1974
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep…tired…or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me,

"So you're alright then?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Sirius murmured unconvincingly into his cup of tea.

Remus had arrived not even a day after he got James's owl. Sirius was there, and had runaway and been disowned from his family. Remus said he'd stay until it was time to go back to Hogwarts, only a few days from then. And now they were in the Potter's kitchen, drinking tea and listening to James and his father bicker about music while Mrs. Potter made up another bed in the spare room.

"The way James made it sound, you were half-dead on his doorstep when you arrived." Remus remarked, stirring the hot tea around with his spoon.
Sirius snorted "It was raining, I was cold and wet. And anyway, James exaggerates when he's excited." He explained, his eyes red from lack of sleep.
Remus nodded in agreement and sipped his tea, not wanting to question him any further.

When the three of them finally climbed the stairs for bed and James took his leave of them, long after Mr. and Mrs, Potter had retired, there came the problem of them actually being able to sleep.

"Sirius! Would you stop thrashing about over there!" Remus hissed from his makeshift bed a couple feet away.
"I can't sleep! I haven't slept hardly a wink in three days!" Sirius shot back, turning over again.

Remus fell silent and listened to Sirius's uneven breathing across the room. He started to count to ten and only made it to six before Sirius turned over again.

The next morning, Sirius fell down the last two steps because his eyes were only half open, causing Remus to trip over him and leading James to believe that he should find some friends with better coordination.

Sirius went to bed early the next night, probably in attempt to finally fall completely asleep. But he was still wide awake when Remus came in much later, secretly hoping Sirius had fallen into a deep slumber.

"Still awake?" he asked, nonchalantly.
"Obviously, Lupin." Sirius replied, grumpily.

Remus pulled off his shirt and threw it at him, half playing, and hitting him on the side of the face. Sirius jumped up and tackled him onto the floor, his muscles already tensed from tossing and turning for hours, but Remus grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him off. He had him pinned on his back in seconds, the werewolf growling low in his throat.

"Right, I'm sorry, just get off will you?" Sirius tried.

"No, because if you don't relax, neither of us is going to get any sleep again tonight." Remus replied, his hands on Sirius's shoulders, keeping him pinned. Sirius laid there for a moment, fuming silently, before flailing about like a madman in a valiant attempt to escape.

"I can't relax if you're bloody sitting on me!" he hissed furiously.

"Fine." Remus replied, and moved off of him.

Sirius jumped up and promptly flung himself onto his bed and buried his face in the pillows, mumbling something inaudible.

"What?"
"I said, this is impossible!" Sirius grumbled, rolling over onto his back.

Remus flopped down next to him on the bed, and both laid there just staring at the ceiling.

"I couldn't stand it there anymore." Sirius finally managed. "They were horrible to a degree that is truly horrible. And now that I'm here, and away from it, I still can't sleep and it's their fault."

He turned over on his side and looked at Remus, who felt as though he should say something. When nothing remotely comforting popped into his mind he turned and reached out, brushing a few strands of hair out of Sirius's face. Sirius let out a deep breath and closed his eyes, Remus almost immediately following suit.

"When did you become so comfortable…" Sirius rumbled, low in his throat, curling up closer to his friend.
"Hmm…? Remus hummed quietly, responding to Sirius's sudden closeness, and found the other boy's lips with his own.

Sirius was warm, and curled his fingers into Remus's hair and pulled him closer. And when they pulled away, comfortably tangled and warm and feeling much drowsier, Sirius watched him with dark, sleepy eyes.

"Mmm…goodnight Moony"
"Night…" he managed, before both of them finally fell into a much needed slumber.