Sirius should probably know by now just how bold Remus always seemed to be, yet it always managed to take him by surprise. He wasn’t exactly sure where Remus would’ve picked up on the nickname, but he figured that Marina had probably said something, a fact that made heat rush to Sirius’ cheeks, suddenly feeling very transparent in his interest for Remus, and unsure what his flatmate would think of that.<br/>“Eh, it’s you,” he admitted sheepishly, desperate to shrink himself out of embarrassment, but with his height and his heels it was impossible for him to appear even slightly smaller. It really was rather daft and Sirius wished that that stupid nickname had just remained among the queens.<br/>“It’s daft, and I don’t want you to think that I’m hinting at anything or trying to spread rumours about you or anything,” Sirius started, somehow wanting to preface the entire thing with an assurance that he didn’t think more of their relationship than what it was; them being flatmates and tentative friends.<br/>“But the others has caught onto the fact that I chat with you at the bar sometimes, and when they asked me who you were I told them that we are flatmates, which<span style="font-style: italic">they</span>took to mean that we are secretly dating or whatever,” Sirius said, already able to tell that he was rambling, but he felt that Remus deserved to know the truth of the pet name.<br/>“I didn’t want to tell them your name, so they started referring to you as my moonlight boyfriend, which then morphed into moony over time,” Sirius continued, feeling flustered and panicked but completely unable to stop himself from talking.<br/>“I swear it wasn’t my idea and I didn’t encourage that kind of talk, but they really won’t let it go and it’s honestly just so much easier to let them have that. I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable. I’ll ask them to stop.”