Then, he stood up straight and gazed at Sirius, their faces still inches apart, their hands still clasped. Remus was stunning up close, more stunning than Sirius had ever realized before, with his honey-warm freckles and softly fanning eyelashes and pillowy, bee-stung mouth. He had another scar, too, pink and angled, just above his upper lip, and Sirius wondered what it would feel like under his tongue, under his teeth.