The curry was as good as always; Sirius’ best dish, the one he spent the most time perfecting and learning, the one he always made with love, with his memories of the Potters. Remus hadn’t had his curry in ages, since the tension had risen between the two, and eating it now, he felt as if all was well again, all forgiven or forgotten. He grinned across the table at Sirius and dug in, and didn’t feel as though his insides were clawing out of his skin despite how close the moon was.