Sirius, having head enough of where the conversation was going, abandoned his wine to get up and immediately moved closer to Remus. He couldn’t stand seeing him like that, lashing out because Sirius’ words hadn’t fit his exact agenda. It was infuriating and he had had enough of it already.<br/>He had gotten up from his seat, wanting to be angry and give Remus a scolding, but he found that once he was standing close to his best friend most of the heat was going from him; and as his hands found either side of Remus’ face, forcing him to turn and look at him, it was all replaced by a soft worry and another, completely undefinable, feeling.<br/>“Why won’t you just let me love you?” He found himself asking, the wine buzzing in his head as the words rang through the quiet among them. Sirius regretted the words as soon as they had left his lips, yet he knew that he wouldn’t take them back, because he meant them a dangerous deal too much.