"Plenty handsome from where I'm standing," Sirius reasoned, looking at Remus and running a finger along the side of his face. He had nice features, even though, yes, he could see the strain of it all on him. "Anyway, you're the one who identified me based on the book I'm reading. Dead sexy, that. Hard to find a bookish queer in Soho, I can tell you that."

He shook his head. "Don't worry. I'm not religious. I just think sometimes people click. I met my best friend on the first day of school, on the train on the way there. Now I'm going to be his best mate. I think sometimes you just know when someone's going to matter to you."