Remus thought he could hear a smile in Sirius' voice, and opened his eyes in order to confirm it. When it showed to be true, a bright smile slowly grew on his lips, unsure what to do with the knowledge that he had been right. Remus had known Sirius for a decade yet the sheer intimacy of their friendship was enough to take his breath away.<br/>With a gentler touch, his hands trailed upwards, framing Sirius' face. Remus' fingers were buried deep between Sirius' hair, and as he incorporated himself, he urged Sirius to do the same.<br/>"You're doing great," Remus muttered, the smile still on his lips, before meeting Sirius' lips with a kiss.<br/>Though the kiss itself ebbed over with affection, the sharp angle of their bodies ment Remus didn't linger. Gently leaning out of it and back against the headboard, Remus instead carded a hand through Sirius' hair, pushing its strands away from Sirius' face.<br/>Remus' smile went crooked. "How are<span style="font-style: italic">you </span>feeling?"