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Severus closed his eyes momentarily, fighting the urge to sleep. Before, when he was sitting uncomfortably, it was easier to stay awake, but now that his head was resting on his closed arms, he could almost nod off there.
The house was dark and silent. Sitting on the step of the stairs, facing the door, the only minimal comfort he had was the warmth of the jacket Sirius had left with him before he left. Remus had insisted to Severus to not wait for them, and believed to the end that he had listened, but Sirius knew better—he gently stroked Severus' hair before following Remus into the night, leaving the jacket on his shoulders. Sirius perhaps came to terms with Severus' stubborn nature far better than Remus, but that wasn't really a surprise. Remus was, after all, just as stubborn, perhaps because of the werewolf, that was somewhat controlling. He didn't give things up easily most of the time, especially around the full moon—but Severus was just as controlling when he wanted to, so Remus wasn’t going to win.
The full moon arrived quietly and almost unnoticed. They had been having so much fun recently that Severus barely noticed the changes in Remus' mood. Naturally, his parents were more attentive, and began to gently counteract the sudden mood swings he displayed at times. Fleamont and Euphemia were aware of the situation as well, after all one of the conditions for Remus’ parents to allow him to come too was that everyone involved knew the risks of having an unregistered werewolf around, and what would be required for Remus's comfort— they emphasized that last part quite insistently.
Fortunately Euphemia and Fleamont welcomed Remus with open arms. Severus thought this had to do with Potter, because he seemed incredibly proud of himself when he told them that his parents had allowed Remus to come and were quite excited to help him too.
Until that moment, Severus still didn't know about the fact that they were animagi. When he was saved by Potter in fifth year, he was basically forcibly removed from the scene, and he didn't see anything special other than the werewolf that would be waiting for him at the end of that tunnel. In the midst of the situation, Severus certainly didn't notice the abnormally large rat running around in desperation, nor did he notice the gigantic dog nearby. He was frightened enough with the threat of the werewolf and James Potter bodily taking him out of the place.
When the three of them said they would be staying out the night of the full moon, Severus was naturally curious. He didn't doubt their word one bit—if they were claiming they could keep Remus calm, then Severus believed them. But he wanted to know how, of course. Remus eventually explained, though he looked surely embarrassed for some reason. Severus wasn't as surprised as he thought he should be, but only because after dealing with people like James Potter and Sirius Black so much, you naturally create certain expectations. It was actually quite surprising that they, so young and without any assistance, managed to complete their transformations safely.
But that left Severus out of the equation. He didn't have an animagi form, and honestly had no interest at all in discovering his. Transfiguration wasn't a subject he personally liked that much, and while it sounded interesting to be in the presence of a werewolf without being immediately killed, Severus didn't know if he would be able to handle the situation at all when the moment would come. He fully understood that Remus would never hurt him if he had control of himself, but that didn't help Severus' dread of the werewolf, especially after what happened at Hogwarts. He'd rather be distant, if possible, and help them both the next morning— and Potter too, of course.
Which was what he was doing, really. Waiting. Remus emphasised that this wasn't necessary, because Sirius and Potter usually managed to look after him perfectly well, but Severus knew he wasn't going to be able to sleep anyway. Despite his fear of the werewolf, he knew that Remus suffered greatly during transformations. And despite Sirius and Potter's presence, he still got hurt every now and then, and those injuries translated to his human body as well. Severus was the most adept among them at tending to bruises, and he had also prepared pain potions in case Remus needed them. He didn't trust any of them to minister any of them, however. That's why he wanted to be awake, in case any of them needed something.
In retrospect, Severus probably should have picked up a book to read. Or left the fireplace burning to keep the room warm. Maybe made some tea, or asked one of the elves to help him find a bread recipe easy enough to make for breakfast. But he stood there, quiet, in the dark. For some reason it was truly embarrassing to let everyone know how worried he was—even if, theoretically, everyone knew. He preferred to hide in that corner, sitting on the stairs, and wait in silence. Not let anyone hear his agitation, or see his nervous eyes jump from the door to the window, anxiously waiting.
At some point Severus must have really fallen asleep, because when he opened his eyes again, awakened by the sound of the door opening, the sun was shyly coming through the gaps, and Remus was being carried by Potter and Sirius. Well, he was on Sirius' back, while Potter circled them like a desperate mother hen. Severus immediately stood up, still a little dizzy, and hurried over to them. Sirius, despite his tired expression, cracked a big smile when he saw him. Remus continued sleeping on his back as if nothing was happening.
Sirius had a blood stain on his face, which Severus realised was a cut when he got closer. They had gone into the middle of the forest that was near the Potter house, and were protected only by a magical barrier that Fleamont and Lyall had conjured up to keep Remus inside that area at all costs. Although Remus was not a threat to the two of them, other things could still come up and try to attack them, so that’s why Severus was quite scared. Remus appeared to be fine, however. Exhausted, clearly, but fine. Potter too.
"Sevvy!"
"Your face is bleeding." Severus muttered, touching Sirius' cheek that wasn't cut. "What happened?"
"Oh, that? It happened just now. I was carrying Remus out of the forest, looking at my feet afraid of tripping on something and I accidently hit a twig." Sirius muttered, embarrassed.
"Potter, get Remus." Severus ordered, without taking his eyes off Sirius' cheek.
Potter, appearing to be as tired as they were, was quick to obey, not even protesting. Severus' authoritative and concerned tone was more than enough to get him moving. He pulled Remus off Sirius' back with ease, muttering that he was going to put him in the guest room that was on the first floor. Severus held Sirius' hand and guided him to the kitchen sink.
"Here, let's clean that up." Severus muttered. He took a cloth from one of the cabinets and dampened it. When he turned to Sirius, however, he stopped immediately. Sirius stood with his body leaning on the cupboards, arms crossed, watching Severus with a tender smile. Severus felt himself blushing. "What?"
Sirius denied, still smiling, "Nothing." he whispered.
Severus ignored Sirius' gaze and stepped closer. He was no longer afraid to be this close to Sirius, and recently caught himself wishing for it more than usual. Of course, he knew exactly why, or at least had some idea, but Severus had decided he wasn't going to care that much about it now, or at least not make what he felt into something terrible. They were in a tricky time, with a war looming, and no teenage drama from his heart should get that much attention for now, or at least not to the point where it became debilitating. Severus had decided to be a little gentle with himself, and let himself take advantage of what was offered to him.
The cut on Sirius' cheek was actually quite harmless. Small, thin, but shallow enough to sting when Severus cleaned it. Sirius grimaced, gently holding Severus' wrist, just for some comfort.
"You could have wiped that off with a spell." Sirius muttered, staring at Severus.
"I could have." Severus grumbled, swallowing dryly. "I-I don't remember any spell useful right now, though."
Sirius chuckled softly, massaging Severus' wrist with his thumb.
"You really should have gone to sleep. You don't function without a few hours of sleep."
"Nonsense." Severus denied. "And besides, I wouldn't be able to sleep anyway. Not with the full moon and all." he shrugged, dampening the cloth again. The cut had started spurting blood again, but it was lessening in intensity. Severus's brain had turned into a mess, he genuinely couldn't remember any simple spell for it, even though he knew a lot of them.
Despite knowing the spell needed, Sirius allowed himself to be looked after by Severus. In less than a few minutes, he had his cheek completely clean, and with the help of one of the house elves, Severus got a bandage to cover the cut. The sun had almost completely come out of where it was hiding now, and the kitchen was fully lit with the first rays of the morning, yellow and warm. Sirius and Severus were wearing the same tired expression, but they looked comfortable. Severus was finishing washing the blood off the cloth, blinking heavily. He was still wearing Sirius' jacket, looking perfectly fine within the warmth of it. Sirius's heart seemed to tighten a little.
He reached up and took the cloth from Severus's hands. The boy started to protest, but fell silent when Sirius hugged him, fitting Severus' head between his neck. On any other day, neither of them would let themselves enjoy this type of comfort without their minds sabotaging them. Neither of them would have the courage to act or accept such a touch too. But they were exhausted on so many levels, so frightened and yet so happy. And it was just a hug—it was just a small comfort after a particularly tricky night.
"Sirius?" Severus whispered, feeling his body heavy. He was surprised at how strong Sirius was, to be basically supporting the weight of the two of them all by himself.
"Let's go to sleep." Sirius replied, stroking Severus' hair before releasing him. Severus swayed, off balance, and Sirius found himself guiding him to the guest room with a firm hand on his waist.
James was lying in the armchair, asleep. In the bed, Remus was still blacked out.
"Sirius—” Severus yawned, being pushed over to the bed to lie down next to Remus. Sirius followed him soon after. He didn't even manage to take off his jacket before lying down. "Sirius, Potter—"
"He can sleep over there, James has slept in worse places." Sirius grumbled, taking off the boots he was wearing. Not even the sound of them hitting the ground woke James or Remus. "Go to sleep."
Severus yawned again, already feeling his eyes closing, "But— Sirius, Potter, he—"
"Shhhh..." Sirius covered Severus' face with his hands, shushing him. He then plopped himself down on the bed, lying close enough to be able to hug Remus and Severus at the same time. The bed accommodated all three of them perfectly. "Good night."
Severus' intention was to push a little harder, because as much as he disliked Potter, it was a little cruel to leave him sleeping in the armchair after he had helped Remus and Sirius, but the calm rhythm of Remus' breathing added to Sirius' warmth and quickly made him fall asleep, nestled in between the two of them.
Severus mortally regretted agreeing to sleep in Sirius' jacket when he woke up the next day.
The buttons were pressing in all the wrong places, almost as if they had lodged themselves inside his body, and it was too hot to be comfortable, probably because Remus had rolled over and practically laid on top of him during the night, and somehow Sirius had also thrown his legs on top of Severus', and now he was trapped between the two of them, feeling hot and also sore.
He tried to move, but the other two were heavier than he imagined. Severus grunted, staring at the ceiling with some trepidation. He didn’t want to be stuck between them all day, but there was nothing he could do without help. Severus was pondering whether to go back to sleep and try to ignore the discomfort or start screaming hoping to wake one of the two when he heard murmurs from across the room. A little alarmed, Severus lifted his head, probably the only part of his body that could move completely, facing Potter. He had apparently just woken up too, if the confused expression said anything.
The moment Potter saw Severus, he inflated his mouth as if holding back a laugh. Severus almost growled.
"Potter, help me." Severus whispered aggressively.
"You asked for it, being so close with these two." Potter laughed, getting to his feet. He grimaced as he stretched, probably from the pain of having slept all crooked. "You could have at least woken me up and asked me to sleep somewhere else."
"In my defence, I tried. Sirius said you've slept in worse places, and that it wouldn't be a problem." Severus grumbled.
Potter, to his surprise, laughed. "Yeah, he's right." James huffed, approaching the bed. He stared at the three of them with a thoughtful expression, probably trying to devise a way to get Severus out from between Sirius and Remus without waking any of them. Remus was a heavy sleeper, especially right after a transformation because of the exhaustion, but he was especially clingy, and Sirius wasn't much different. "You could just apparate away."
"No fucking way." Severus grumbled. He didn't feel mentally good enough to try and go anywhere. "Just—just get Sirius' legs off me. I think I can get free of Remus if Sirius’ legs are not on top of me."
After laughing some more, Potter actually made an effort to get Sirius' legs off of Severus as carefully as possible, and he succeeded after a few minutes of careful movements. Sirius complained, but he found a pillow apparently similar enough to Severus and turned away, completely ignoring the rest of them. Remus, on the other hand, proved more difficult to deal with, hugging Severus tighter every time he threatened to move away, but with Potter's help, they too eventually managed to let go of Severus.
Remus continued grumbling and rolling over in bed until he found Sirius, and he settled for hugging him in the absence of Severus in between the two of them. Sirius was also comforted by Remus' presence, quickly setting the pillow he had just found aside. Severus couldn't contain a roll of his eyes, but in the end he smiled. At least they had each other.
"I need a bath." Potter grumbled, and Severus found himself agreeing. "And I'm starving too. It must be past lunchtime by now."
"Let's let them sleep some more."
In the kitchen, Fleamont was chatting with one of the house elves. The rest of the house was silent, probably because most of the residents of it were busy with something else, or out working, like Remus’ parents. Severus knew that some adult had certainly checked on them earlier, because he had a vague memory of the door opening and someone talking to Sirius. Probably Euphemia, if her nervousness the night before was any sign of concern, but Remus' parents had probably also stopped by to check on him and make sure everything had gone smoothly.
The adults only allowed Sirius and Potter to look after Remus alone because the only other solution was to lock him up in one of the Potter houses, and that wasn't the best of ideas considering that Remus had a tendency to hurt himself when he didn't have anyone around to distract him enough. It was with much hesitation that they let the boys do their thing, and Severus knew that Euphemia and Fleamont had had an extensive conversation with Sirius and Potter about the risks they took doing this for years. Naturally, the sentiment of them having done this for a friend quickly took the hearts of those present anyway, something Severus found terribly funny and Gryffindor of them all. Sentimental fools, all of them.
"Good morning boys!" Fleamont greeted them, smiling. The house elf behind him, Effy, waved as well.
"Good morning Fleamont." Severus muttered, making his way over to the small table beside the window. He nodded at the elf.
"Good morning father." James muttered, approaching with a smile as well. He held out his hand to greet the elf tenderly. "I'm starving."
"Effy will prepare something for the masters!" Effy said cheerfully.
"Thank you Effy." James muttered, and Severus repeated the sentiment. He was starving as well.
The two remained silent as Fleamont continued to chat with Effy, who was preparing something for them with an almost palpable happiness. Severus was practically dozing on the table, still too tired to care about manners, while James was distracted watching the things around him, probably just as exhausted. When Effy finished their food, Fleamont left them claiming that he needed to attend to other matters, but insisted that they eat as soon as possible so that they could get back to resting. Severus was quick to obey, feeling his stomach ache with hunger. James was sharing the same feeling, because he attacked the food fiercely.
If anyone had told Severus that he would eventually be there, sharing a table with James Potter, in his house, spending the summer break in the company of Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, Severus would probably have cried with laughter. Or died of rage. But now that this was a reality, and one he could not or did not intend to escape, Severus found himself strangely at peace. He didn't really dislike anything that was happening, though Potter's presence still made him nervous. And he was also genuinely happy after so many years, though at times he still felt sad or irritated by inexplicable things. But he was getting better, and the others around him also seemed to be going through the same process.
"I'm going to take a shower." James grumbled after he had finished, getting up with his plate. Effy tried to take the plate out of his hand several times, but James kept it and washed it, despite the elf's protests.
Effy turned to Severus as if daring him to do the same. Severus swallowed dryly, pointing to the room where Sirius and Remus were still sleeping. "Effy, could you wake the other two please? I think they'll wake up uncomfortable if they don't eat soon." Severus asked, smiling as gently as he could.
"Oh, you're right, sir!" Effy nodded, hopping into the room.
Severus quickly finished eating and washed his plate, heading upstairs to his room before Effy returned and saw what he had done. Sirius and Remus could handle the house elf on their own.
He was just finishing closing his trunk when the door suddenly opened.
"Sevvy, it's terrible!" Sirius came running in the room after shouting right on his face, throwing himself on the bed as if the floor was on fire.
"What?" Severus immediately got up, looking around for danger. Sirius was still in bed complaining about something completely incomprehensible. "Sirius, what is it? Is Remus okay?"
To Severus' surprise, Remus himself appeared in the doorway to answer that question, with a rather characteristic and impatient roll of his eyes, "Remus is fine, he just got a haircut."
And indeed, Remus was sporting much shorter hair than he had before. During the summer break, his hair had overgrown a bit and was starting to get as long as Sirius'. Severus watched him in silence for a few seconds, a little internally embarrassed that he had sighed like a fool at the sight of Remus. He looked great— Severus didn't know if he preferred him with short or long hair, but that didn't matter much when it came to Remus, who was objectively handsome. He could understand Sirius' bemusement, though— he was rather enjoying watching Remus run his fingers through his hair constantly.
"I loved your long hair!" Sirius complained, whimpering. "How can you do this to me?"
Remus rolled his eyes again, but cracked a smile.
"It kept getting in my eye, Pads. You know that." Remus sat up in bed, gently touching Sirius' shin before turning to Severus. "What do you think?"
"I-I think it turned out great!" Severus blushed, turning his face away. "Maybe I should cut my hair too—"
"No!" both Remus and Sirius said at the same time, startling Severus.
"What we mean is that you look great with long hair." Remus huffed, looking away. He was looking slightly reddened in the cheeks.
"You guys have never seen me with short hair." Severus grumbled, but he was internally pleased. He always liked having longer hair, despite Tobias complaining and saying he looked like a girl. And he'd never seen himself with short hair before either, because they hadn't really had the money for a decent cut and Eileen never wanted to risk doing anything with Severus' hair that couldn't be redo. "And it looks terribly more practical, too."
"Why do you people want to take all my happiness away?" Sirius grumbled, stuffing his face into his pillow.
"It's just hair, Sirius." Severus stared at him as if he was whining about something genuinely pathetic.
"You wouldn't understand!"
Remus laughed, gently massaging Sirius’ calf.
"If Severus wants to cut it, we both can't do anything about it." Remus conceded, but turned to Severus with a pity-worthy expression. "But I really think you look perfect with long hair, Sev."
"Right, right, I won't cut it then." Severus rolled his eyes, ignoring the exclamations of victory coming from Sirius. "But I need to trim the ends anyway. After a while, my hair starts to lose its shape."
"My mother can do that for you, she's great at cutting hair." Remus smiled, getting up. Sirius complained about the lack of contact, but shut up when Remus directed a bored look at him. "I need to finish packing my things. Have you finished?"
"I'm almost there." Severus looked around, then turned to Remus. "Want some help?"
"I'd love some later. Finish yours first." he smiled, gently squeezing Severus' shoulder before leaving.
Severus went back to packing his own things, kneeling down beside the bed to finish sorting through what he was going to take back to Hogwarts. Sirius turned on the bed, lying with his head towards Severus, watching him in silence. With a look as heavy as that, Severus was naturally aware of him, but said nothing. It wasn't that abnormal to have Sirius watching him, especially recently, because he did that fairly often. Severus just didn't bother because there was nothing really malicious in his gaze, just a strange curiosity.
"You like Remus." Sirius whispered suddenly, startling Severus. His heart skipped a beat upon hearing what Sirius said, but he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
"I do like him. He's a great friend" he huffed. It wasn't really a lie.
"No—no, Sevvy. You like him—you like him like Jamie likes Lily." Sirius grumbled.
"I don't—Sirius, you—" Severus lifted his gaze, feeling extremely embarrassed. Where had Sirius gotten that from? And just like that, so suddenly? Severus knew he was pretty bad at lying, but Sirius was also especially bad at figuring things out. Unless this was a game to Sirius, which would be especially cruel of him considering what he and Severus had already been through. Naturally, the only defence to that kind of situation Severus had was accusations. "You like him too, so I don't know why you would be—"
"I—!" Sirius sat up in bed, his cheeks catching fire. His eyes were wide. "Since when do you know?"
Severus slapped his hands on his thighs, exasperated.
"Since always!" he almost shouted, frustrated. "I've always known. I told—I told Remus that once. But he was so sure you just liked girls, but I—but I know that's a lie. It is a lie, isn't it? I can see—"
"That has nothing to do with me!" Sirius cut him off, embarrassed. He slouched away on the bed like an injured animal. "I just—I just meant that if you like him, huh—I think you should tell Remus!"
"And get turned down? No fucking way!"
Sirius made a sound of impatience. He wasn't going to state the obvious to Severus, because the obvious was still Remus' feelings, and that would be disrespectful of him. But that didn't mean Sirius was going to keep quiet.
"How do you know you're going to be turned down?"
"Because, you big idiot, he likes you!" Severus pointed his finger at Sirius, his face contorted in a mixture of bitterness, envy and sadness..
It was Sirius' turn to stare at him in disbelief.
"Did you hit your head somewhere? How could Remus—"
"I can see on his face that he—"
"Oh, do you have magic eyes or something that make you see—"
"Sirius, fuck you, you idiot—”
"Well, guess what, I like you too so—”
"And I don't want to be alone— Wait, what?" Severus shouted, staring at Sirius wide-eyed. "What did you say, Sirius?"
Sirius immediately closed his mouth, breathing quickly, all nervous and confused. His intention wasn't to argue with Severus, he just wanted to direct him towards Remus. As James had said days before, once you learn how much two people like each other, it becomes really unbearable to stay in the same environment as them if they aren’t together yet— and even after, too, if they were too sticky. Sirius couldn't imagine what James and Peter had been through with him all these years. And of course, Severus and Sirius had this amiable ease of getting into arguments, as Sirius was particularly too talkative and Severus too suspicious.
"I—I like you too." Sirius admitted, certain that lying would get him nothing. "I've liked you for a while now."
Severus continued staring in silence, completely shocked. Sirius wanted to disappear. He had never been through such an embarrassing situation before in his life, not even when Regulus accidentally pushed him in a fountain in the middle of all those rich kids who stood around laughing at him.
"Sirius—"
"And I know you like Remus. And it's okay, I've come to terms with that." Sirius huffed, avoiding staring at Severus. "I didn't mean to shout at you. Or argue."
Another long silence stretched between the two. Sirius considered jumping out the window, because maybe then he wouldn't have to deal with that uncomfortable and awkward situation. A feeling of dread began to grow inside him just imagining what the next few weeks would be like now that Severus knew how he felt. Sirius really had come to terms with the idea of neither of them liking him, but confronting this in fact was far more horrible than he could have imagined.
"Oh, Sirius—" Severus murmured, his voice extremely sweet. He stood up, sitting on the edge of the bed. Sirius swallowed dryly. He didn't want Severus to feel sorry for him.
"You— no— It's alright. I've really come to terms with it. I—I just hope that you don't— that you don't say that to anyone, or— or make fun of me, and—" Sirius stopped talking when he felt Severus's hands grip his face, lifting it up.
Severus was smiling gently, running his thumbs across Sirius' cheeks.
"You're such an idiot." Severus whispered, and Sirius, despite feeling depressed, smiled.
"It's my greatest quality." Sirius muttered, feeling his eyes burn. He didn't want to cry, but it seemed inevitable.
"Sirius, you—" Severus sighed, but then smiled. "You promise to keep a secret?"
Sirius nodded, swallowing the urge to cry.
"I like you too." Severus whispered, staring at him with infinite kindness.
It was as if a knot had been untied on top of Sirius' heart. He began to cry uncontrollably, hiding his face in Severus' chest, who began massaging his back gently but firmly, grounding him. He just couldn't stop crying from relief, or maybe just happiness, or both. It hadn't even crossed Sirius' mind that Severus might be lying—he trusted him so much, and knew that despite everything, Severus' heart knew how to be kind. He would never be so cruel like that to someone, even if that person was Sirius. A sob escaped him then, and Sirius found himself trying to hide even more in Severus, almost as if he wanted to be a part of him. A mixture of shame and elation mingled inside Sirius.
"You're such an idiot." Severus repeated, this time with even more tenderness. "So, so, so idiotic—”
Sirius lifted his tear-wet face, returning Severus' hands to where they had been before and holding them with his hands over them.
"Even after everything, you like me?"
Severus craned his head, smiling gently.
"Yes Sirius, even after everything."
"And will you like it for much longer?" Sirius asked, aware that their life could last only another two years or another hundred, depending on how the war was going to play out.
"Always." Severus promised.
Before he could think too much about it, Sirius moved closer, so close that the hair of the two could no longer be distinguished, so close that their noses were touching. He lifted his gaze, searching Severus', and found only infinite calm in them. With the subtlest movements he could make, Sirius moved closer to him and kissed him. When Severus reciprocated, he felt the same elation of having won at Quidditch. Or perhaps the same elation of having discovered himself a wizard, at a very young age. Or perhaps the same—
"A salty kiss." Severus grumbled, gently separating himself from Sirius with a grimace. "Of course, between the two of us, our first kiss would be amid tears."
Sirius laughed, intoxicated with all of those feelings. That first kiss brought him the same euphoria as when Severus trusted him, when he opened up and allowed Sirius in. A euphoria of Severus Snape alone.
"We can do it again, no problem." Sirius shrugged, slowly separating away from him. Severus was still grinning stupidly. "And I think—I think you and I should make a fan club."
"A fan club?" Severus frowned.
"A fan club." Sirius nodded, wiping his face. "For Remus."
Severus laughed, "To try and win him over?"
"Yeah."
"Right—but maybe, maybe— maybe another day? I'm a bit overwhelmed—"
"Sure, sure!" Sirius rose from the bed, feeling equally overwhelmed. All that confession had been too much for him in such a short time, something Sirius was still working through with the mind healer. He couldn't feel too many positive emotions at once without feeling exhausted soon after, giving way to doubts and other feelings that were not nice. He needed some time to regulate himself, and with Severus it was probably the same. "I'll—I'll go finish packing my things. But we're—we're fine, aren't we?
Severus smiled, nodding.
"I don't think we've ever had it better, Sirius."
"Yes—yes, you're right!" Sirius nodded enthusiastically. "I— huh, I'll—"
"Pack your things." Severus completed, and Sirius agreed once more, not taking the time to leave the room.
When he was finally alone, Severus threw himself on the bed, shoved his face into the pillow and shouted. Sirius Black! He had kissed Sirius Black!