He nodded, and Remus set to work. He took it section by section, combing through first with his fingers and then with the comb that hadn’t been touched in over a decade, the one left on the dresser since halloween that year. Sirius flinched every so often, Remus wasn’t sure what he was expecting to happen, whether he was remembering the dementors or his mother. Either way he soothed and he shushed and eventually Sirius fell asleep to the feeling of Remus’ fingers in his hair and the old welsh lullaby he was humming under his breath.