"I'll try to keep my eyes on the prize. After you."
Remus gestured for Sirius to lead the way and headed up behind him. He started off okay but he was relatively inactive these days and had only just scraped by in his recovery of pneumonia two months ago so he was still a little weaker than he was proud of. It was embarrassing that by the time they reached the third floor, he was out of breath and trying to hide it. Eyes on the prize - Sirius had a hot ass, he just had to keep on going. Once they reached the door, he tried to catch his breath as subtly as he could.
Sirius frowned a little, never one to hide his reactions or emotions. He reached for Remus's arm and used that grip to pull him close, wrapping both arms around him. He held him close against him like that until he could hear and feel him breathe more regularly. All the while he played with Remus's hair, slightly amazed at its texture. "You've got proper soft hair, mate. Like spun silk or something."
He really enjoyed the feel of it. "Let's go in, yeah? Sit down a bit."
He finally moved away from Remus enough to unlock the door to his flat, letting Remus go through the door first again. It was a pretty small place, bedroom and living room, small kitchenette. Nothing special, but his first proper space. He had a Pride flag on the wall, his sofa had seen better days and there were posters of theatre and movies up, as well as the inevitable motorcycle or two. The door to the bedroom was closed right now, and Sirius gestured to the sofa. "Sit down, I'm gonna get us something to drink. What do you fancy, beer? ...not sure what else I have. I can check."
To be held like that was so strange to him, he hadn't meant to draw attention and he didn't want pity but it didn't even feel like that. It felt like Sirius was concerned, like he cared and wanted him to feel better. It was the oddest thing. Remus nodded slowly, a little lost for forwards, walking into the apartment and looked around with interest.
He sat on the couch and then looked at Sirius, nodding. "Beer works, thanks."
What did he even say to someone who cared this much, who seemed to be some weird fantasy he imagined and not even a person. He let his head lie back against the couch and looked at the pride flag. "I'm sorry." He didn't even know why he said that, he just felt like he owed it to Sirius. Sirius was loving and fun and playful, he was full of life. And Remus wasn't. It seemed unfair to steal his time.
"What are you sorry for? You spill something?" Wait, he didn't even have anything yet. Sirius walked over with two beer bottles, opening them against the table and then handing one to Remus. He looked at him as he sipped from his own beer, frowning a little. "Look, I get it. A lot of life is about being made to feel as if you've got to apologise for existing. I know I got that plenty from my family. Can't even imagine how much worse it must be for you."
With the many boxes Remus ticked. Sirius shook his head a little. "But this is you. This is me. All we are doing is hanging out. Living life. I want you to live life unapologetically, yeah? With me."
"You're right. It just -- I think I didn't sleep on the train. I think I died and this is like the hallucination I see during my death cause word for word, it's a lot like fantasies I've had before. A nice guy, really handsome, who doesn't care about any of the many things that get me rejected on a daily basis. Just doesn't feel real." He sipped his drink and wondered, curiously, what chance they stood if this was all real. Live fast, die young and leave others behind didn't seem so fun.
"You're the best thing to happen to me in ... about six months. Maybe more. You beat out the chocolate cake I got for my birthday." Only just.
"If that's what it feels like, then you really ought to make the most of it, don't you think?" Sirius raised an eyebrow and dropped his voice playfully. "I'm your fantasy, baby. Come and live it."
He took another sip of his beer before putting it aside, so he could put a hand at the back of Remus's neck. "We'll take it slow. Some snogging and cuddling and tomorrow I'll pinch you. We'll make sure you are awake and alive. And then I'll show you what life can be like."
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Remus gestured for Sirius to lead the way and headed up behind him. He started off okay but he was relatively inactive these days and had only just scraped by in his recovery of pneumonia two months ago so he was still a little weaker than he was proud of. It was embarrassing that by the time they reached the third floor, he was out of breath and trying to hide it. Eyes on the prize - Sirius had a hot ass, he just had to keep on going. Once they reached the door, he tried to catch his breath as subtly as he could.
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He really enjoyed the feel of it. "Let's go in, yeah? Sit down a bit."
He finally moved away from Remus enough to unlock the door to his flat, letting Remus go through the door first again. It was a pretty small place, bedroom and living room, small kitchenette. Nothing special, but his first proper space. He had a Pride flag on the wall, his sofa had seen better days and there were posters of theatre and movies up, as well as the inevitable motorcycle or two. The door to the bedroom was closed right now, and Sirius gestured to the sofa. "Sit down, I'm gonna get us something to drink. What do you fancy, beer? ...not sure what else I have. I can check."
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He sat on the couch and then looked at Sirius, nodding. "Beer works, thanks."
What did he even say to someone who cared this much, who seemed to be some weird fantasy he imagined and not even a person. He let his head lie back against the couch and looked at the pride flag. "I'm sorry." He didn't even know why he said that, he just felt like he owed it to Sirius. Sirius was loving and fun and playful, he was full of life. And Remus wasn't. It seemed unfair to steal his time.
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With the many boxes Remus ticked. Sirius shook his head a little. "But this is you. This is me. All we are doing is hanging out. Living life. I want you to live life unapologetically, yeah? With me."
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"You're the best thing to happen to me in ... about six months. Maybe more. You beat out the chocolate cake I got for my birthday." Only just.
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He took another sip of his beer before putting it aside, so he could put a hand at the back of Remus's neck. "We'll take it slow. Some snogging and cuddling and tomorrow I'll pinch you. We'll make sure you are awake and alive. And then I'll show you what life can be like."