And so they searched the whole parking lot in the dark, for some shiny keys among these shiny puddles. After what felt like hours of slowly giving up, Remus heard the triumphant "Found them!" right behind him. He turned to find Sirius, holding up a set of keys, jingling them once, twice, a proud and relieved smile on his wet lips. Remus could have kissed him, but only managed to lock eyes with Sirius, and then he was laughing. Right out, loud, ridiculous laughter, holding his stomach at the sight of how soaked Sirius was and how he still looked like a painting he’d stare at for hours, with his black hair sticking to his scalp, raindrops falling down the tip of his nose and the streaks of black eyeliner running down his cheeks. 