Ever since Remus had started spending his moons in the bunker, his wounds had gotten way less serious and ugly looking. However, they still required proper care and Sirius was very strict about that, not wanting Remus to get even more scarred if it wasn't necessary.<br/>As they were standing together in the bathroom, Remus sitting on the counter and Sirius standing in front of him, running a wet cloth over his wounds in preparation for the disinfectant. It would feel too intimate, if it wasn't for the fact that they had been in that situation a million times before, so it was almost second nature by now. Somebody needed to take care of Remus, especially considering that he didn't seem to be really good at taking care of himself.<br/>"I don't know. I think we could get it done rather easily with magic," he said in a soft voice, as he grabbed Remus' hand to stop him from picking at his scraps. "Why? Getting sick of asphalt burns?"