It was with a certain sadness that Sirius realised that their night was drawing to an end, even if he rationally knew that it was already at least an hour too late for them to call it a night, considering that they had class in the morning. It was the kind of juvenile indulgence that Sirius hadn’t really allowed himself since starting on his Phd, and even for most of his masters, so while he was likely going to regret it in the morning, he was having a really hard time regretting it now.<br/>As he slid down from the windowsill together with Remus, he was suddenly overcome with a feeling of warmth towards his flatmate. He knew that their friendship was very new and tentative, but Remus had still, without a question, taken the time to go out with Sirius and make sure that he didn’t have to be alone with the feelings that his mother’s death had left him with.<br/>Without thinking and taking advantage of the fact that they were already standing close, Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus and pulled him close in a hug. It wasn’t a type of intimacy they had shared before, but Sirius found that he no other way of showing him just how grateful he was for the time they had spent together.<br/>“Thank you,” he said, his voice soft as to take into account just how close they were standing, before loosening his grip around him again and letting him go, such that they could both head to bed.