It was hard to believe that kissing Sirius could be this easy. It hadn't always been; Remus knew from experience that a single misplaced kiss was enough to ruin a friendship that had lasted a lifetime. Even thought he knew their circumstances had changed, it was still impossibly hard to process, his mind too clouded for him to maintain a coherent thought.<br/>For a painfully brief moment Sirius' hand was on his bare hip, and his lips had been on Remus', and it was much more than Remus had ever hoped it could be. All that occupied his mind was how to prolong that second so that it stretched across the remainder of his existence, finding that it loosened a knotted ache he hadn't realized he still carried with him.<br/>When Sirius had stepped away Remus' lips parted to speak, but he had no reply than a crooked, sheepish smile. Adrenaline surged with a delay, a thrill of anticipation running down his spine once Sirius was well at a distance.<br/><br/>James and Lily had never really expected Sirius to return with another round of drinks and had, subsequently, been more humoured by the turn of events than peeved. While it had come to no surprise to see that the other lad had, in fact, jumped out of his seat to join Sirius at the bar, it had even surprised James to see how easily and immediately Sirius fell into his arms.<br/>After that, the couple had spent the evening in each others company, happily, eyes only drifting to Sirius often enough to make sure he hadn't left.<br/>By chance, James saw Sirius kiss his companion in what seemed to be a departure.<br/>"You alright?" he asked once Sirius got within speaking distance, the crooked grin on his lip making the question appear rhetorical.