He grew unaccountably nervous, and covered it swiftly with, "Trying to escape? Trying to get your heavy arse off me, more like."

Remus was watching Sirius with lowered eyelashes, peering down at him, and was unprepared for the sharp burst of affection in his chest; his breath caught when Sirius blinked, opening those beautiful eyes of his, and Remus was thankful he wasn't talking or he would have stumbled.

"'M not that soft," he said, contemplating returning to sleep, even as he kept staring.