Remus couldn't help but smile at the gesture, not finding it in himself to even attempt to free his wrist from Sirius' grip. It hadn't taken long for Remus to accept that, no matter what he did, his wounds were inevitably going to heal raised and ghastly; which only meant that Remus' heart was about to burst with love every time he saw how much attention and patience, Sirius put into the cleaning of the wounds.<br/>Unable to put any of that into words, Remus pulled his hand back, effectively bringing Sirius' hand along with it.<br/>"I don't know," Remus sighed, exhausted. The comment had been more rhetorical than literal, and Sirius' constructive suggestion caught him off guard.<br/>Needing a moment to come up with an equally witty response, Remus lifted his wrist to eye level in order press the back of Sirius' hand against his lips. The kiss was intended to be platonic, but lasted far too long, as Remus once again was overcome with eternal gratitude.<br/>When Remus finally lowered their hands, he once again lent back against the mirror with a crooked grin appearing on his face.  "I feel like they're ruining my look."