The fact that he and Remus also got along swimmingly as friends was an added bonus that Sirius did not want to fuck up, and he was more determined than ever not to fall for his own con. That’s why he’d spent most of his free time since Sunday night conducting a kind of exposure therapy on himself, looking at photos of Remus on his phone from their day at the beach in an effort to become desensitized to Remus’s blistering hotness. It was going extremely well, and by Tuesday night, Sirius could look directly at Remus’s nipples for five whole seconds without breaking into a sweat.