Remus glanced over at Sirius, a deeply grateful smile on his lips, even despite the exhaustion painted across his features. Setting aside how trilled Remus was, that Sirius was here like<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>, he couldn't even begin to imagine how horribly he would have adapted to the flat, had he been there alone.<br/>As he wrapped a thin, cotton scarf once around his neck, Remus for certain knew he wouldn't be leaving the appartment now - or if he'd ever get around to do his laundry.<br/>Crossing the room as he properly knotting the scarf to cover the tender new scartissue speckling his skin, Remus was quick to drop it all as soon as Sirius was within reach. Though he could tell, Sirius had grown hesitant around him as soon as they had left the bed, Remus' hand reached out to cup Sirius' jaw without any remorse. Without pausing, he leaned in to press a kiss to Sirius' lips, overcome with a decade of pent up adoration for the other.