"Well, this is me," Sirius said, pausing reluctantly outside the front door. This had been the weirdest, funniest—and, Sirius realized, most healing—morning he’d had in a very long time. He hesitated, wrestling with himself about whether he should ask Remus for his number. Getting Remus’s number made sense. Perfect, innocent, platonic sense. They both had babies the same age, they were both teachers, and neither had any other parent friends. He could simply get Remus’s number for friendship reasons. It didn’t have to be for dating purposes at all. And besides, he didn’t even know if Remus was interested in dating men.