Sirius was shivering in his arms, mumbling unidentifiable things into Remus’ sweater, all the while clutching the fabric of it tightly, as if he would sink into the floor if he didn’t. Remus’ knees hurt, but he didn’t even think about moving, holding Sirius to his chest, one arm around his shoulders and one hand stroking through the wild black locks, feeling the way Sirius’ body trembled and tensed. 