He'd been round on Boxing Day briefly, and Sirius had been cagey, keeping a careful distance from Harry in front of him. But out of the corner of his eye at dinner he’d notice Harry brush his hand across Sirius’ thigh and his heart had sunk. What could he do though? Talk to Harry? He was more private than ever these days, Remus didn’t think there was any way he’d tell him anything. Tell Molly? She’d go mental, rightfully so if he was right, but he still wasn’t exactly sure.