It’s New Year’s Eve when everything comes to a head. Sirius, whose excitement from Christmas had quickly dropped into a depression in the days and nights after, has been alternating between clinging to Remus and pushing him away. Every day Remus wakes up unsure if he’d get a Sirius eager for a hug and a big apology breakfast, or if he’d get a Sirius pissy and frustrated, making passive-aggressive comments and blowing up when Remus retaliates. And every night, Remus goes to bed unsure if he’d hear Sirius wake up from a nightmare, unsure if he would open his door to Padfoot and provide comfort; unsure if Padfoot would come, and if he even wanted him to.