It took a moment before Sirius realised what he was looking at, at first too distracted by the strip of bare skin that Remus had revealed to him. Once he managed to read the faded words, the faded black on the dark brown skin having aged poorly, Sirius had a hard time knowing just how to react. He was able to make out his own handwriting, rough and rushed, yet it looked so perfect on Remus’ skin that Sirius could cry.<br/>Without thinking, Sirius reached out to run his fingers over the tattoo, feeling a thrill once he made contact with the raised skin, telling him that it was very real. He found it hard to look up from the tattoo, knowing that he was too taken with Remus and what the tattoo meant to ever be able to let him go.<br/>“Do you wanna get out of here?” He asked, finding that the words had left his mouth without him giving them a second thought. It was only once he was done talking that he looked up at Remus’ face again, grin wide on his lips and hand still on his hip.