A Study on Unknowns

"How can something that had been so real, had been felt with such ferocity, had been written about, painted about, with all that love, been reduced to gradually diminishing letters, a woman pacing alone in an almost empty house, and a nameless portrait in a castle wall?

He locks eyes with Remus, who looks at him with that glint again, curious and excited like how he'd looked at him earlier inside the curtains of his bed. Sirius gets overwhelmed with vertigo, and he knows then that he doesn't want to meet the same fate as Beatriz and Duncan did, in love and carrying it all alone, everywhere, condemned to miss the unobtainable. He wants to know, cut the roots if he has to, let it grow if he's allowed."

Or

A nameless portrait, Eureka moments in a library, and what happens when you start to look for something with your best friend and you end up tripping on the sexual tension building between you.