Sirius looked like a painting, as always. His lovely lips, straight and serious and Remus just wanted to lean in and kiss the crescent moon, remind himself of how well Sirius kissed. His hair in a half up bun, stray strands framing his beautiful face that seemed so far away and not for Remus to touch anymore. His gray eyes, that lost their twinkle when they looked at Remus, and Remus just wished he could go back to being nineteen and he would tell Sirius that he shouldn’t waste his time with him, because Sirius deserved someone who loves him right. Remus didn’t love Sirius right. 