A whole wealth of Sirius-type things to do to a sleeping Moony crossed his mind, but none of them seemed particularly appealing. He picked a handful of leaves and grass off the ground and scattered in it Remus' hair, but somehow it didn't give him the satisfaction he'd thought it would. He sighed, and finished the glass of wine, feeling pleasantly warm and tipsy. He draped an arm around Remus' shoulders, pulling the sleeping body against his chest,* and very gently and unconsciously massaging Remus' far shoulder with his hand.
There was a sort of painful ache in his chest that he couldn't quite place, but it seemed to lessen somewhat when he let his head rest against Remus' hair, which smelled nice like cheap shampoo and bits of leaves and grass.
"Moony," he said to himself, because he felt like he should say something here but didn't quite know what it was his brain wanted him to say.
*Obviously, sleeping against a tree wouldn't be very comfortable. This was the only reason Sirius chose to do such a thing.
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Date: 2006-10-15 07:08 pm (UTC)There was a sort of painful ache in his chest that he couldn't quite place, but it seemed to lessen somewhat when he let his head rest against Remus' hair, which smelled nice like cheap shampoo and bits of leaves and grass.
"Moony," he said to himself, because he felt like he should say something here but didn't quite know what it was his brain wanted him to say.
*Obviously, sleeping against a tree wouldn't be very comfortable. This was the only reason Sirius chose to do such a thing.