Remus hadn't seen Sirius since he had kissed him at the hunting post, a decade prior. Remus hadn't even returned to their meeting spot when he knew Sirius was back for the summer; for years he had felt guilt ridden with that decision, knowing that he could have seen Sirius once more under different circumstances before the boy all but disappeared off the face of the Earth.<br/>Remus had mourned Sirius as if he had died, something which had felt appropriate judging by how intently the Blacks wished to bury his disgraced memory.<br/>Suddenly seeing his likeness in a grimy garage 30 minutes from his flat was almost impossible to process; for a split second, it felt like Sirius had risen from his grave, leaving Remus rightfully confused.<br/>Remus hadn’t immediately thought twice about the presence of another mechanic, having thought it to be a cheap trick and a ruse for Miriam’s mechanic to call over another opinion. It had only been when the man had turned and smiled at Remus that he felt his heart drop to his stomach with a dizzying sense of déjà vu.<br/>Despite it all, Remus couldn’t help but smile, the grin slow and humoured as he came to the conclusion that he must have been mistaken, some relief showing in his expression. The man in front of him was strikingly beautiful, just like Remus always expected Sirius to be, but Remus had lost all authority on Sirius years ago, no longer able to perfectly replicate his features in his mind. The last time Remus had seen Sirius they had barely been 15; now, Remus didn’t even had good authority on whether or not Sirius was even alive.<br/>By the time Remus came to, Miriam had left his side, having failed to recognize the brush of his arm as an encouragement to follow her to the reception. By that time, Remus had been lingering at the car for too long not to say anything.<br/>"How long's it going to take?" Remus felt complied to ask, not wanting the poor man to feel ogled at his place of work. Eyes dipping to the name tag on the other man’s chest. "Doc?"<br/>The addition felt clumsy, once again serving to widen Remus' smile at the unintentional caricature that name brought to his question. Meeting the mechanic's line of sight, Remus was once again washed over with a warm sense of familiarity, unable to contain a smile.