Sirius hadn’t left Remus empty handed; even though Remus had felt lost at sea without Sirius, Sirius had still given him a lifeline to cling onto. Even though the act of writing a letter had been small, Remus had clung onto the sentiment for dear life for years after that.<br/>“Yeah,” Remus replied, barely coherent. His smile was bright on his lips, but he wasn’t paying much attention to the details of Sirius’ phrasings.<br/>It finally sent him over the edge, too grateful and too taken by the man in front of him – and, still, too in love with the friend he once was – to be coy about it. It made his heart overflow, the sheer thrill of that decision illuminating his features.<br/>“Can I show you something -“ he said, but it wasn’t a question, a laugh already on his lips.<br/>Remus stood up, diminishing their distance considerably. His eyes were no longer on Sirius, his attention caught as he tugged at his shirt, pulling it up far enough to bare his left hip. Shifting, changing his angle, Remus was able to push the hem of his trousers down far enough to reveal a patch of tattooed skin. There, black fading against his skin, was the rough lettering of a 15 year old Sirius;<span style="font-style: italic">Stay up to no good</span>, once the last parting words Sirius had offered Remus.<br/>When his eyes once again found Sirius, Remus was beaming, a laugh at his lips.