"Thanks, so do you," Sirius said, and fuck, did he. Remus wore a sinfully tailored tan linen suit, a white dress shirt with the first two buttons undone, and loafers with no socks. A pair of sunglasses hung from the pocket of his suit jacket. He looked like he had made some attempt to tame his hair, but it only ended up even more tousled, sort of how it looked that morning after he’d just woken up at the beach cottage. Sirius had to shove his hand into his trouser pocket and pinch his own thigh to stop himself from imagining those golden curls spilling across his pillow.