Remus could barely contain it. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to even attempt it, trying his best not to give the Sirius the satisfaction of a smile. Though valiant, his smile shined through, toothy and bright.<br/>"Shut up," he cussed through a smile, juvenile deflection in his voice. Remus didn't like being called bossy, even less then and there, but it would be a lie to say Remus' heart wasn't leaping out of his chest at the notion of Sirius calling him his husband.<br/>In fact, he thought, as he took each of Sirius' hands in his own, Remus could have denounced his own name just so that he could hear it over and over again. His movements were still ebbing over with such a pure feeling of happiness, it almost made his hands shaky, and air of urgency as he had reached for Sirius.<br/>"Sirius," Remus started in an exhale, doing what he could to steady not only his breathing but excitement. The toothy smile prevailed, unwavering. "Will you marry me?"<br/>While Remus had already gotten an answer to that question, it bared repeating. It was a poor imitation of what<span style="font-style: italic">could</span>have been; a clumsy confirmation that there were no witnesses to the gesture. And yet, Remus couldn't get himself to care.