Remus was suddenly overcome with a want to kiss Sirius. The feeling wasn't particularly foreign, in fact, it had happened with irregular intervals ever since Remus' early teenage years; Remus had, however, noticed that the feeling had become considerably more frequent as the war seemed to escalate around them.<br/>The feeling of Sirius' hands first barely brushing against his chest and then, immediately after, the feeling of them in his hair sent a shiver down Remus' spine, bringing an exhausted smile onto his lips. There was a brief moment of pure adoration in his eyes, before it washed away with the realisation that getting to kiss Sirius was as unlikely now, as it was when he was 16.<br/>"I love you," he said instead, his voice tired but nowhere near dishonest; somehow this was easier said than embodied. Remus' left hand gently found Sirius right wrist, and a hint of a crooked smile appeared onto his features. "I love you, but you don't know me if you think I would ever ask you to leave."