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Date: January 24th, 2001
Setting: Remus' and Sirius' bedroom
Status: Private - Remus, Sirius
Summary: Some secrets ought to come out of their closets.



Weeks ago he acquired a music player, left behind near the front desk, and after a slow period of time the player made its natural progression to the bedroom. It played cassettes, and the only one it possessed was one, inexplicably, of Queen, although the label held an unsubtle label declaring it The Beatles. It wasn't that he minded; it was just that he didn't quite understand what was so wrong with Queen that it had to be mislabelled.

Remus had been quietly reading, enjoying his evening off work. The day had been spent mostly asleep, and in the night Sirius disappeared, vague about where he was off to. He half-wondered if he was going to spend the entire night alone, or if Sirius would crawl into bed at ten past three in the morning, sodding drunk.

He had been.

The music was still going softly as the door burst open.

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Sirius was a bit insecure at the moment, and nervous, and uncomfortable. It was the reason for his strange singing-- he didn't have the words to explain how he felt, and they were not getting any easier.

He'd developed a mechanism for those times when the words wouldn't come and his emotions were too complex to comprehend over the past decades. Still squeezing Remus, he loosened his grip and turned into Padfoot.

He then proceeded to nuzzle and lick Remus' face in a Padfootian way.

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"Padfoot," Remus laughed, burrowing his long hands into the thick fur of the dog. "Go on, go on the bed. You ought to get some sleep. Have deep dreams of rare steaks..."

It was easier this way. The Sirius before would have turned into the dog before they'd said anything of value or worked anything out. It had been infuriating then, but this, this was... different.

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Padfoot squirmed happily into the petting, his only thought now the simple joy of loving and feeling loved in return. When Remus commanded him to bed, he wriggled (reluctantly) out of the man's arms and leapt onto his side on the bed, curling up with his head against the pillow and tail thumping the bedspread.

Sirius had changed more in the past few months than he had since Azkaban. It was so easy, to just relax in a peaceful place and let Remus take care of him utterly, and it had done wonders for him. But that care had only served to strengthen his resolve to look after Remus in return. He wasn't going to back out of conversations they needed to have. He wasn't going to back out of his responsibilities, either.

Tomorrow he'd go looking for a job. For now, he was content just to close his eyes and rest.