Sirius laughs, and Remus smiles, and for a moment he can see it, Remus sitting along the river with a book in one hand and tea in the other. He wishes he’d taken Remus out on a date along the Thames, and sat at a coffee shop to read books side-by-side. He wishes he hadn’t been so caught up in the war and his rebellious punk rock image, wishes he had treated Remus the way he deserved. He wishes Remus had let him. He wishes Remus would stay, would forgive Sirius, would wrap him up in his arms and tell him he’d always believed he was innocent, always knew he wasn’t the traitor. He wishes Remus would stop standing by the door.