Sirius was right, as always. London had been different. Remus had worked until four, just like Sirius, leaving them enough time to be together in the evenings and at the weekend. They’d come home at the same time, ordered take-away together or made food together or went out together, had gone on spontaneous trips at the weekend together, had gone out to find new bars they’d never heard of. Remus would stroke Sirius hair before bed, Sirius would stroke Remus arm in front of the TV, and their friends would stop by to share a joint, they’d go out to buy presents for their friends and make fun of the weird things people wrote on T-Shirts or cups. 