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204. Finally Home

"It's just a few more weeks." Remus smiles fondly at the pouty boy.

"You're talking like a mom. It's literally months away!"

Sirius stares at his laptop screen where his Remus is shyly drinking from his cup. He must've seen his gaze because he ducks his head in that flustered Remus way.

"Why are you looking at me like that ?"

Sirius is in the mood to tease. "Like what ?"

"Like that !" Remus gestures wildly at the screen.

"Because, even through the screen you're beautiful. I can't imagine how I'll breathe when I finally meet you."

Remus thanks his awful camera quality for once. At least Sirius can't tell how sappy his is, his skin feels like it's burning under a beach's sun.

They talk some more. About Remus' journalist job, about Sirius' band. About Paris' everchanging weather and Kingston's blistering winters. Above all, they talk about missing each other.

Which was weird, if Sirius thought about it. He had never seen Remus in the flesh. Work stopping them from flying to the other's country. They met when Remus' publisher arranged a video conference to interview the rising band about their new album.

Remus remembered how much he stuttered. If it wasn't for the lead guitarist (James) and the vocalist's (Lily) jokes, the whole meeting would've been a mess of "uhhh"s and "Mmmm"s.

Right after the call ended, James elbowed Sirius, the bassist.

(Yes, my man Sirius is a bassist because basissts are hot and I have a soft spot for them. Omg the band reminds me of Only Exception era Paramore !)

""The song was inspired by buttercookies" really Pads ?"

Sirius scratched his nape bashfully. "He's cute."

James rolls his eyes with a cheeky smirk. "Pull yourself together mate, we have another interview with him next week. If you do well then, I might ask for his number from the publisher."

Sirius had his name in his eyes, tugging on his bestfriend's collar. "You will ?!"

At James' nodd, he gives a huge smooch to his cheek and runs off screaming. Lily plugs her ears with her headphones. This is gonna be a long day, she thinks.

As promised, Sirius adds the number to his contacts with little hearts to his name. The first few texts were business-like. Siruus finding some stupid question to start the conversation and Remus using the interview to ask about himself.

Texts became shy phonecalls became long awaited videocalls, it was magical.

"My boss agreed to give me an extra week if I work overtime this week." Remus grinned.

Sirius pumps his fist in the air. "I promise Lyon will be worth it."

Remus lays his head on his office desk. The lights are dimmed around him and everyone's already headed home. He'd used to hurry back to his apartment too but now, he's home wherever Sirius is. Lucky for him, Sirius lives in his phone.

"You have to rest though love," Sirius props his chin to his hand. "Don't want you sick."

"That's rich coming from you Mr. Wrap-my-fingers-in-bandaids-so-I-can-keep-practising."

Sirius scoffed with his hand on his chest like a royal being offended. "I did not come here to be attacked !"

Remus smiles, all smug. "C'mon hands up, I wanna check."

Sirius sighs but obeys anyway. Black nail polished finger tips, all clean and shaped how it should be. Remus nodds approvingly.

"Good boy. The fans are right you know ? Your fingers are a national treasure."