His fingers found themselves playing with one dripping strand of Sirius’ hair, letting it slip through his fingers before wandering to the spot behind Sirius’ ear, where he knew the Scorpion to be, where he knew how sensitive Sirius was. Glazed, gray eyes were watching him, only the ghost of a smile, lips separated, and Remus wanted to take a picture or say it. Because he felt it. He’d been feeling it for weeks back then, the timing was never right. In that moment, he felt it again, like a surge of enormous affection and the need to keep this forever.