Waking up next to Remus was better than Sirius could have imagined. Upon opening their eyes, they found themself tucked underneath his arm, pressed against the man’s broad, bare chest—he must have rid himself of his shirt at some point during the night. Sirius waited patiently for Remus, running their fingers over his freckled and scarred torso, listening to his heavy breaths, and absorbing his warmth until he awoke. 