When Remus saw Sirius lean forward, he instinctively closed his eyes; it was only when he felt Sirius's lips brush against his forehead that he truly understood how heartbreakingly starved his own expectations had been. He felt his face blush, but as he once again opened his eyes, he didn't turn away.<br/>"I will," he said, a small, crooked grin on his lips desperately trying to bring back a joking edge to his voice, well aware that he kiss had softened it. He felt the itch to kiss Sirius in the very back of his throat. Finally unable to look at Sirius any longer, he dipped his chin and rolled his head back to the crook of Sirius' arm.<br/>Remus' fingers thoughtlessly moved on Sirius' wrist, creeping under the other's shirt sleeve in order to brush against the back of Sirius' wrist. "I'm trying to enjoy everything these days, even your run of the mill awful ideas."