It was a bit brighter in the cupola with the storm cleared and the moonlight shining in on them, and Remus was just...well, he was just lovely, really. Wide open and sweet-faced and funny and disarmingly honest. Sirius’s gaze darted down to Remus’s softly parted lips, slid down to his sharp jaw, his golden neck, his jutting collarbone, to the very edge of the thin scar that Sirius couldn’t see in the dark but knew was there. He watched Remus’s Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed hard.