Remus' smile widened, constantly surprised by how easy everything had become with age. The last year of their friendship, Remus had practically disassociated from their physical interactions, too in his head with how he was or how he would want to be perceived by Sirius. It had only served to build the tension between them, and eventually it pushed them to a point they hadn't been able to recover from.<br/>Remus felt incredibly lucky, knowing Sirius fundamentally knew everything about him. It sent Remus back, far into their childhood, when Sirius had first taken to calling him<span style="font-style: italic">Moony</span>, far before either of them would realize the comfort and ease that would bring Remus. He felt indebted to Sirius, still; he wanted to give him the world.<br/>For now, however, Remus had to compromise. Instead, he leaned in to press a kiss to height of Sirius' cheek.<br/>"Come along, then," Remus chuckled as he straightened his posture. His hand finally abandoned Sirius' waist in favour for his hand, maintaining touch by drawing the line from Sirius' elbow to his hand, as Remus himself already stepped backwards with a grrn. "I'll make it worth the cab fare."