It was mid afternoon and they were sitting in the front room. The television was blaring in the background as Remus read and Sirius ran his fingers through his hair, trying to get the matts out. Remus looked over at him, a sense of protectiveness washing over him. He made to speak a few times, the words getting caught in his throat over and over again. He didn’t want to overstep, to offer help where it wasn’t wanted. Eventually he spoke up, smiling at Sirius in the way he used to, the way that made him feel safe.