Sirius smiled fondly at Remus' sleepy mumbling, letting his hand slide further down Remus' arm, still tracing small circles against the the thin material. He picked up the wine bottle and eyed the wine that was still sloshing around in the very bottom. He and Remus has almost finished the bottle between them, but he poured the rest into his cup, and drank it in several easy gulps. It wasn't the best quality of wine, really, but it was by far the best he'd had in a long while.

He let himself lean more of his weight against Remus, and realized in a vague sort of way that his hand was wrapped around Remus' waist. He wondered when that had happened, but he was too content and fuzzy-minded to move. He rested his head against Remus' again, and impulsively brushed his lips against the other man's forehead. It felt good, so good that Sirius shuddered, but didn't move away. He knew what it looked like and he didn't care, he dared anyone to see them like this and think whatever they wanted to think, because he loved Remus, and who wouldn't? Remus was kind and important and like a brother to him, like more than a brother, and there was nothing wrong with loving him for that.

Still, for whatever reason, he leant his head back against the bark of the tree, lamenting the loss of that warmth and closeness and wondering why he'd moved. He forgot a second later, when his eyelids fluttered shut.