"Only got a tenner so you're stuck in jolly old London? You are mental, mate, you are." Not that Sirius seemed that bothered by that either. If anything, it assured him that they made a good match. He walked out of the station still holding Remus's hand, not only not caring about any looks they got, but honestly not even registering them. He liked to focus on the parts of the world that mattered. "I can spot you for the chips. And, who knows? Maybe you can just shack up with me tonight."

Didn't seem like the worst idea, given the situation Remus was in. Which made a lot more sense now. "You could probably teach some classes at the centre, you know? They have all kinds of stuff there."