            Sirius tilted his head back and sideways, pressing his lips into her forearm. "He was bloody smart, and inexplicably kind, and he...he was the bravest man I knew," Sirius murmured into her skin, nose brushing a heated trail up her arm. "And when we were young, I had no name for the things I felt for him. Just that they were not allowed. Not then, anyway. Only after many, many years apart, and then reuniting by some miracle, did I realize the name for those feelings. Love," Sirius whispered, swallowing thickly around the word. "But he was already smitten with another. Our time had long passed, and now...he did not survive the war."