Perhaps against his better judgment, Remus relents after ten or so seconds. “What?”

Sirius takes his time in answering; he reaches over and steals a piece of bacon from Remus’s plate, shoves it into his mouth and chews with the doglike vulgarity he hasn’t quite shaken yet.

“Or,” Remus amends, “you can steal my breakfast and refuse to explain your behavior. That’s another option.”

and

Remus meets Sirius’s eyes and finds himself suddenly, acutely reminded of the time in seventh year when Artemisia Jenkins apparently fell desperately in love with him, thus sparking the wrath of Sirius. The mere fact that Sirius is still capable of something so petty is both ridiculous and oddly comforting – more the latter, but Remus by no means intends to reveal that.


I like how you let the boys banter along, but I like even more those moments of tenderness. And that last line is just bittersweet.