"Oi Pads, wear a shirt !" James throws one to his bestfriend's face.
Peter fakes a girly scream, acting like he was one of Sirius' many fangirls.
"Oh my God Miranda ! Did you see his back muscles ?!" He swoons onto Miranda, pressing the back of his palm on his forehead.
Miranda, who was a paralyzed Remus, scoffed. He turns away, dumping his book bag on his bed. Remus ducks his head lowly, hoping none of the boys caught his fluster.
Meanwhile Sirius rolls his eyes, shirt in hand. "My back piece is still fresh. Can't wear a shirt without me feeling itchy."
"Maybe that's because you don't shower Black." Remus teases.
"Shut up Wolf." Sirius chucks the shirt at him.
Remus catches it easily then he rolls it, ready to snap Sirius with the shirt. He remembers that post shower towel snapping war they had in 3rd year. But the moment Sirius turns around, revealing the pink skin, he realizes now's not the time to avenge his poor calves.
James yawns. "Mama would say to put a cooling charm. But I dunno. Remus could do it. I'm gonna hit the hay."
The Potter didn't need much to fall asleep. The moment his head hit the pillow, he's out like a light. Peter grunts a "goodnight" before shutting his curtains, leaving the two left awake.
"James' right. A cooling charm would help." Remus pinches the bridge of his nose. "Merlin, I can't keep my eyes open."
He hears the floorboards creaking and Sirius' scent closing in.
"Moons, can you do me a favor ?" He whispers.
Remus raises an eyebrow. "If you're making me tell McGonagall you have Dragon Pox for the 4th time this year, you're gonna have to ask Peter."
Sirius' hand squeeze and unsqueeze the bottle of moisturizer behind his back. It's not like he'd never asked for favors before. They're friends.. bestfriends ! A favor is a bestfriend thing right ?
"No ! Not that.. I uhh the muggle told me to put this on the piece as it heals." He shows the pink bottle.
Remus reads its ingredients, making sure Sirius was not allergic to any of it.
Errrr.... it's not like he memorized the list anyways.. totally didn't.
"Uh-huh, Mum had these for my scars." Remus says, giving it back. "Well ? Just put it on."
"Yeah well... I can't put it on."
"Why ?"
"I just can't."
"Yes, you can."
"I can't "
"Why not ?"
Sirius groans. Fine, he'll have to say it.
"I can't reach my back."
Remus' confused face contorts into one that's trying hard not to burst out laughing.
"Don't laugh at me. I'm in a crisis !"
Remus raises his hands in surrender. "I'm not ! It's just.." a wheeze. "..you've got tiny little T-Rex arms."
Sirius smacks his arm. To Remus, it was like receiving a swat from an angry kitten. The smaller stomps away grumbling that he should've asked James.
Remus smiles fondly at him. He gently takes his hand, keeping Sirius from going any further.
"C'mon, I'll help you."
Sirius tries ignoring the coldness biting his fingertips and the sudden quietness accentuating his heartbeat. He meekly follows where Remus pulls him.
