It was too much.<br/>Sirius had lived with the knowledge of wanting to kiss Remus, wanting to be close to Remus, for weeks by now but the reality of the situation was almost too much for him to bear. It felt like a dream and yet there was no denying the heat of Remus’ body pressed so close to him and that grin on his face that made Sirius’ knees go weak.<br/>When prompted to speak, Sirius could feel his voice catch in his throat and heat flow to his cheeks, feeling embarrassed by the many things that he was thinking and unsure if he would ever be able to voice them in a way that would make sense.<br/>“I-,” he started, wanting to keep looking at Remus, but finding that doing so made him feel even more embarrassed, unable to handle the heat behind that gaze. He looked down, which only helped slightly, but suddenly made him all too aware of just how close they were standing. It made him loosen his grip around his flatmate slightly, one arm still around his shoulders, but the hand in his hair falling to his neck instead, suddenly made timid from having shown such blatant interest.<br/>“Don’t stop,” he eventually managed to mutter, feeling his face grow hot at the request, even if it had barely been a proper request at all.