Remus enjoyed hearing Sirius laugh; probably more than he enjoyed his almost motherly reassurance. It was tempting to challenge it out loud; that even if they won the war, it wouldn't guarantee ether of them a long life, especially not taking Remus' lycanthropy into consideration. He, however, never allowed himself to say any of that out loud.<br/>With a sigh, Remus' hands found Sirius' shoulders, letting his thumbs press against Sirius' collarbones; His eyes trailed his own hands as he put enough pressure onto them that he could feel the curve of the bone even over the fabric.<br/>"One day," he started again. Even just speaking those two words brought a crooked grin onto his face. "They're going to dig up my bones and be marveled at how a 90 year old could have the joints of a 900 year old."