Sirius watched Remus move deftly around the kitchen, pulling the bacon off the stove and turning off the burner, before grabbing a ceramic mug from the cabinet. Sirius had never before wished to be an inanimate object, but he would’ve fancied a few minutes as that mug now that Remus was wrapping his hand around it. He filled it with steaming hot coffee and pushed it across the table to Sirius.