For the life of him, Remus couldn't explain the reservation he felt around the idea of Sirius loving him. Remus loved Sirius and had done so for years. The feeling of Sirius' hand raking through his hair only served to confirm it, feeling how much of the anxiety building in his chest melted away under the softness of Sirius' touch. Yet, the idea that the feeling was mutual was almost unthinkable.<br/>Remus had loved Sirius for years, and over the course, the type of love had changed and evolved, and Remus was no longer certain he could distinguish his platonic love for Sirius for the romantic - in fact, he didn't know for certain if they had ever not been intertwined. He had gotten so used to excusing Sirius' affection as platonic, that Remus, even now, found it difficult hearing anything out of the ordinary in Sirius voice when he said he loved him.<br/>Remus felt like he was out depth, and even though he knew Sirius deserved a quicker answer, Remus couldn't form a sentence. Trying to judge extent of Sirius' love felt overwhelming and almost as if he was intruding. Even assuming that Sirius' love was romantic felt too bold, even though they had recently shared a kiss that still made Remus' skin tingle.<br/>Finding themselves to be the mirrored image of that night did serve as some comfort, for when words failed him, Remus relied on muscle memory. With his heart in his throat, Remus' hands moved to cup Sirius' neck, his thumbs carefully resting against the pulse points under Sirius' jaw. Every single one of Remus' movements were slow and tentative, almost expecting Sirius to object at any given moment.<br/>When that wasn't the case, Remus carefully crossed the distance, meeting Sirius' lips in a kiss filled with pent up emotion.