"I love watching you with Teddy and Harry, and reminding you that you’re the best fucking dad on earth," Sirius said, his voice scarcely a whisper. Remus’s skin was warm against his lips as he spoke, and Sirius felt dizzy, intoxicated, with one hand tangled in Remus’s hair and the other roving slowly across the firm muscles of his back. "I love your girl-band t-shirts and your weird fucking minivan. I love that you love your parents and are kind to my neighbors. I love your freckles and your messy hair. I love listening to you talk about maths, for fuck’s sake."