There was something knee-buckling about how intently Sirius kissed Remus, even despite the broadness of his smile. Sirius seemed giddy in a way Remus hadn't seen in months; Hell, he realized, a singular coherent thought in his muddled brain, he hadn't even seen<span style="font-style: italic">Sirius</span>in months. Sirius' presence had so seamlessly and so effortlessly pushed away any lingering memories of the campsite that, in that moment, Remus could almost pretend he hadn't left at all. Sirius still kissed him with the same earnesty as he had done before his departure, and Remus could hardly comprehend his luck.<br/>With some desperation, Remus' fingers dug into the hair at the nape of Sirius' neck, steadying the other in a proper, centered kiss.