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Boyfriends? 🌹

Boyfriends? 🌹

Sirius was sitting, looking across the table at the empty seat, staring into nothing as his stomach felt as if it had been doing back flips and miserably failing. It was two days after the full moon. Normally, Remus would already be okay, but this time it was particularly bad. I mean, losing a werewolf is normally really hard, but when you leave a mouse in charge then you can't be surprised. Sirius felt really terrible about leaving Petter alone to keep an eye, since as a mouse he can't really make a distraction, but y’know nature calling can't be really controlled. And James couldn't be there with them, which made this task that much harder. He had broken his leg the day of the full moon. Stupid Quidditch practice. Sirius thought to himself. It was raining, so it was already a hard practice, but they wanted to be prepared for anything. James’ hand slipping during the rain and him breaking his leg on one of the tribunes wasn't one of those things. 

When he got bored of staring into nothing he got up. It's Saturday so no rush anywhere, still he found himself brisk walking toward the hospital wing. Thankfully Dumbledore had decided that since Remus and his friends were a special case, he gave them a key for a shortcut to the hospital wing, which started either in their room or at the side entrance to the gardens, as that was the closest path from that Merlin forsaken tree. Petter already went in that direction to take James. Sirius might be strong, but taking both James and Remus especially when they both would need help supporting their walk, was not something he was capable of providing. When he got to the wing he spotted the Witch he had gotten accompanied with so well in the past years.

“Hello Madam Pomfrey! How is he?” Sirius usually sounded this excited. He needed to keep up some kind of wall anyway. He can't possibly look stressed and tired from not sleeping for the past few days. Sirius never slept before or after the full moon. He just couldn't. After, was especially painful if Remus was left in the wing for more than a day. That wasn't the norm since this year. It had been 2 years since they first found out and a year since they started helping Remus, he stopped getting many new scars. Usually not without any, but it would be one or two.

“Hello Sirius, he’s good for collection.” The older witch joked, she did that a lot if he was okay. Sirius appreciated that very much. Honestly he was glad at least someone in this whole institution that knew didn't look at them 4 with pity after the full moon. It didn't matter how okay they all were, everyone who knew looked at them in that sad look you normally give someone who is being forced into something. Well besides Madam Pomfrey, she saw it in them. That look of pain behind their eyes when someone pitied them. As if they didn't choose to help. They could've just not been doing this. That's was Remus wanted anyway. They didn't care. Sirius didn't care. The thought of his best friend never coming back was excruciating, like a knife through his heart and if he could help it, making him stay alive a little longer, he's going to do it. Best friend, huh? The voice in Sirius’ head was familiar. It was that voice that appeared every time he was lying to himself. But what could he do? Rumes was a best friend first. That's all he’ll ever be, so there's no need to getting used to any other label. 

“Well, thank you Madam. Hope you didn't poison him while he was here! The nagging about homework is still worth him sticking around.” Sirius made jokes a lot. He couldn't help it. It's how he coped. I mean being friends with a werewolf was stressful and traumatizing. Not that Remus was terrifying. Sirius was never scared of his friend, even while he was transformed. The traumatizing part was his transformation. Watching his bones break, and then regroup themselves while he’d scream in agony? That was traumatic. The feeling of hopelessness he felt. He couldn't help. He was useless in those moments. 

“Well Sirius, you know that to you 4 I’ll always be glad to help. No matter the state. Just wait for him to wake up, it should be any second now, I’ll go get the pain potions.” And with that, she was gone. So Sirius sat down. He wanted to hold the sleeping boy’s hand. He ultimately decided against it. It might have seemed weird to Remus when he woke up. When he saw his eyelashes flutter a little, like they did every morning, he knew he was waking up. So he did his thing and thought of a joke. He stood over him, face dangerously close. Then Remus opened his eyes.