It was seeing the word<span style="font-style: italic">kiss</span>leave Sirius’ lips that made Remus realise his gaze had once again dipped, although this time not to the fabric of Sirius’ sweater. He realised he had come to accept that that would always exist just beneath the surface of their friendship, but by the time Remus looked up to meet Sirius’ eye, it was done with interest rather than surprise.<br/>Sirius’ expression was one of vulnerability, but in a way that was incomparable to anything Remus had yet to see. It was bright and fiery, even through his visible discomfort, and Remus felt it bloom through his chest as he watched his expression change and flush, wanting nothing more than to bask in the desire Sirius so clearly felt for him.<br/>“Yeah,” he replied, the simplicity of the answer cutting through the rambled explanation Sirius had offered to a quite straightforward question.<br/>The corners of Remus’ smile upturned, a humoured little expression, endeared by the fact that Sirius had taken this many words to ask what he could have done in an instance. Remus, then, had every intention of holding him up to it, happy to get an insight to what was going through Sirius’ mind. “You can.”