They hadn’t seen each other for months after that first reunion at the shrieking shack, but they’d been writing near constantly. Before everything, all that time ago, they’d managed to get back to a place where they were something resembling friends but it had still been strained; they were always too polite to each other, the awkward spectre of Remus’ feelings and Sirius and James’ secrets hanging between them. That was gone now. Remus wrote pages and pages about life after Hogwarts, about his mundane day to day life and his worries and rare successes, Sirius wrote just as much back, describing to him the places he visiting, his worries about Harry, and sometimes, though rarely, some of the things he was struggling with still since Azkaban.