"But it’s so much more than that now," Sirius continued, and their eyes met again. Sirius’s fingers found the edge of the thin scar underneath the collar of Remus’s t-shirt, and he traced it slowly, leaning forward to brush his lips along Remus’s collarbone and whisper against his skin. "I love just spending time with you. I love making you laugh. I love being there when you’re crying and helping you feel better. I love being able to tell you anything."