It was vastly different seeing Sirius done up on stage, than it was seeing it here, within reach. Across the room, Sirius looked unreal in a way that was beautiful but fictional; as he took a seat on the barstool next to Remus’, Remus quickly faced the fact that Sirius was very much real, and<span style="font-style: italic">right there</span>.<br/>It took some restraint not to reach for him, and instead Remus’ eyes traced the path his fingers couldn’t, watching the details of the dress with interest.<br/>“And last?” Remus asked, eyes darting up to meet Sirius’ at the question.