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I know this is long overdue, but I've been procrastinating like crazy…

But here it is, finally!


James had waited until Remus was fast asleep before he left him, closing the door gently and creeping back downstairs, where he found Peter in what looked like a state of unconsciousness, alone on the couch. He sighed and picked up a blanket and draped it over his sleeping friend, making sure he was covered up before placing a pillow under his head.

"I made you coffee." Sirius announced, entering the room with a mug in his hands.

James looked up at the shaggy haired lad and frowned, "I hate coffee."

"Fancy that." Sirius grinned, taking a sip of the hot liquid.

Any other time, James would have laughed and flipped him off – but not tonight. He simply rolled his eyes and moved away from the couch towards the front door, beginning to lock up for the night.

"What's up?" Sirius asked with a slight frown, trailing after him.

"What's up?" James repeated, not looking up.

"Yeah, you seem kind of…"

"Pissed?" James supplied, looking back at Sirius to find him nodding in confirmation. "Are you honestly asking me that question, Sirius?"

Sirius' frown deepened and he nodded once more.

James rolled his eyes, yet again astounded by his friend's lack of understanding for the emotions of the people around him and took hold of Sirius' wrist and pulled him towards the kitchen where they could talk without waking Peter up. As if their voices would honestly wake the boy up from his alcohol induced coma - but it was as Remus always said – it was the though that counts.

"Do you have any idea what you did to Remus?" James asked, turning to face his friend.

"Well… I upset him a bit…" Sirius mumbled.

"A bit? Pads he was sobbing!" James exclaimed. "He wanted to leave because of your stupid trick!" He added, glad to see Sirius wince. "Why did you do it?"

"I just… Wanted to know." Sirius replied sheepishly.

"And you couldn't sit him down and have a nice long chat about it instead? You had to hurt him?" James asked.

"I asked him though, and he lied to me!"

James laughed, "how would you like it, if I went up to you and said, 'oi are you a fucking faggot?' Would that make you feel like confessing, 'yeah… I kind of do like blokes, James.'? No! It wouldn't! You didn't ask him, Sirius. You accused him."

Sirius was staring into his cup and nodded slowly, "I suppose I could have handled it better." He mumbled.

"Yes, you tactless twat, you could have."

"I'll… I'll apologise in the morning." He promised.

"You better had, Sirius. Or you'll have me to deal with." James warned, before walking out of the room, turning the light off as he went, leaving Sirius on his own in the dark.


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