The immediate tension with which Sirius met the gesture sent a surge of doubt through Remus. He felt new in this, suddenly a novice all over, and he turned to look at Sirius, needing a visual cue for support and guidance.<br/>Remus didn’t feel prepared to see Sirius’ lips widen in a grin, overwhelmed. He didn’t feel prepared to face the sudden flash of juvenile joy this moment permitted, and yet there it was, deafening and all-encompassing.<br/>Remus grinned, too, greedy with it.<br/>Once certain the passing group had disappeared into the night, Remus’ hand skipped from Sirius’ hand to instead wrap around the small of his back, tugging him closer. Wearing heels, Sirius had a couple of inches on Remus, making him tip his chin slightly upwards, an impulse to chase a kiss that never came to be. Instead, it spilled out of him as a praise, adrenaline and alcohol mixing in the pit of his stomach.<br/>“You’re stunning, Si.”