Seeing Sirius smile at him like that made Remus' heart do somersaults. At no point throughout their youth had he ever heard Sirius express any interest in the institution of marriage; though it wasn't what Remus was suggesting, he was still struck by a sense of relief.<br/>"No," he replied with airy honesty, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.<br/>He couldn't blame Sirius for second guessing how genuine Remus' question had been. However, Remus knew Sirius, of all people, to be one to indulge in stupidity for nothing else than short term gain or excitement.<br/>"I don't want a<span style="font-style: italic">wedding</span>," Remus added as an elaboration, finding it to be relevant to make that distinction. James and Lily had gotten married a few years prior, when it all still felt cheerful and optimistic. In fact, Remus would pin point the evening of their reception as being his last unclouded feeling of happiness; even Harry's birth had felt somber in between the excitement.<br/>Now, a wedding felt painfully out of place, only serving to highlight those who were unable to attend. Remus' lips had parted, caught in his own train of thought<br/>"I don't," he repeated, with more confidence. Even though Sirius was grinning at the prospect, Remus' expression was almost practical, truthful. "But I do want to marry you. If you'd have me."