As Sirius laid down and looked up at Remus, he felt lightheaded but ultimately well at ease, feeling no rush and relishing that fact that Remus was taking time to just look at him. It made him feel vulnerable in way that he was surprised he didn’t really mind, wanting to be seen like this by Remus.<br/>The compliment brought the flush right back to his face, not finding it to be an entirely new compliment for him to hear, but it felt different to receive in a context like this. Remus was really seeing the most of him, getting to witness him in a way that no one really had before, all east not like this.<br/>He wanted to put that into words somehow, wanting to express to Remus just how much this meant to him, but it mostly left him staring at him. It made him realise that he had never truly seen Remus’ eyes properly and as he lay there, the remaining rays of the sun fighting its way through their window serving to provide contrast between Remus’ pupil and iris, he saw something entirely new.<br/>“Is your iris torn?” He found himself asking without thinking, knowing that it was likely a personal thing, but he couldn’t really look away from it.<br/>“I’m sorry, I just hadn’t noticed before,” he felt compelled to add, realising that Remus had paid him a compliment that he hadn’t responded to, but he was curious.