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Fuck.

He leaned against the door for a moment, breathing.

I still exist when you’re not here, you know, I still need to talk to people sometimes.”

“Ha!” The laugh was hurled, like a knife, “You want someone to pour your heart out to, all of a sudden? That’s rich.”

“Grant’s on the couch because he’s my friend and I didn’t want any harm to come to him.” He said, firmly. “And I’m in here with you, because there’s nobody else I’d rather be in a room with. Even when you’re being a massive tosser.”

Sirius hated the warmth that spread through him with the words

“I’m your massive tosser,” He was smirking, voice low, peeling back the duvet slowly. Sirius watched him, the hungry burn of his eyes, those long fingers reaching for the string of his pyjama bottoms. He pulled them down gently, licking his lips. “Let me make it up to you?”

And Remus was still drunk, and Sirius was still angry, and Grant was still there, in their flat, separated only by thin walls and silencing spells. But Sirius was so tired, and it was so much easier to lie back and let the rising heat curl through him, slow and sweet like honey.

So he nodded, and arched his back, and took whatever Remus would give him

“Fine—Lily’s pregnant!”

“Oh well…you know, I just know you prefer to be discreet about…um…” Lily trailed off, biting her lip sheepishly. Remus frowned at her, folding his arms with mock-offence.

“You all think I’m a prude!”

The overdone indignance with which he said it had them all in stitches, and Sirius wiped a tear from the corner of his eye as he leaned over to pat Remus’s shoulder,

“Don’t worry, Moony – they just don’t know you like I know you.”

James stared down at them, teary-eyed and glowing with joy.

“It’s a boy!”

Harry. Little Harry Potter.

“You’re a godfather,” he whispered, eyes brighter than they’d been in ages. Sirius gazed at him, struck once more by how beautiful happiness looked when it was painted across his face.

“Yeah,” he murmured, nodding, “…blimey, I really hope I don’t balls it up.”

“But I want you,” Sirius insisted, pathetically.