For the second time that day, Moony felt himself go through the floors. The weight of Sirius' hand brushing over his hair was enough to split reality in half; while Moony before had felt like falling, it now felt briefly like being suspended in thin air.<br/>It wasn't that they weren't affectionate friends, gentle caresses were just lost among the overwhelming amount of boyhood shoves and punches they usually shared. The combination of Sirius gentle touch and reaffirming words felt like it threatened to make Moony's heart burst with joy.<br/>"Yeah, it is," he finally returned with a huffed laugh, grin once again growing across his lips, irrationally excited by Sirius' choice of words. Turning onto his stomach, Moony propped himself up on his elbows.<br/>Sirius truly was a better friend to Moony than he could ever have hoped for. Looking at him, the only other thing Moony could want was that Sirius would brush his hair more often; Moony would never ask for that, though. "And during the week I'm both of them."