Everything about their interaction seemed juvenile and Sirius’ head was still spinning with the possibilities of it all. The boyish grin that Remus was flashing him made Sirius weak in his knees and made him long even more for Remus’ touch once more.<br/>Soon enough though, he got his wish to come true, even if he hadn’t expected to get it already.<br/>The feeling of Remus’ hand on his jaw, instinctively making Sirius raise his head and lean into the touch. The kiss was brief and left Sirius wanting even more, made him want to pull Remus back and make him finish what he had started, but he also knew that that wasn’t possible.<br/>He had barely finished the though when James entered the kitchen, a towel wrapped haphazardly wrapped around his waist and his glasses faintly foggy with steam.<br/>“Oh, you’re both back home,” James stated, bright smile on his face, clearly not picking up on the weird tension in the room or just refusing to acknowledge it.<br/>“Perfect, I’ve been meaning to tell ya that I have a date tonight so I dunno when I’ll be home,” he stated.<br/>Sirius’ head was still reeling from just having had Remus so close, having to very suddenly know how to act about their last flatmate without looking like a complete fool. The sudden shift was almost too much for Sirius to pull off, but he just had to hope that James was too excited about the prospect of his date to notice just how close Sirius and Remus were standing.<br/>“Sounds great, mate,” Sirius said, his smile sincere though a little delayed. “You have fun.”