The more time Sirius spent in Remus’ company, the more he had to fight the urge to reach out and touch him. He really had no idea what level of touch was appropriate in their relation, but Sirius knew that he wanted to spend as much time as humanly possible together with him; not ready to let go of him again now that he had found him.<br/>“Sorry to spoil your fun,” he said with a crooked grin, figuring that his letter was better than Remus having believed that he was actually dead. At least, it had seemed like that to Sirius when he was 15 and it seemed much the same way to him now.<br/>Deep down, Sirius deeply felt that their conversation was far too intimate for the crowded bar, but also felt that both of them probably would have backed out if they had been a more private place. In a way, this was how they had to be doing it.<br/>“I guess I just didn’t want to leave you empty handed.”