Sirius’ arms went around Remus, and their silly movements faded into a sway, and Sirius’ head rested on Remus’ shoulder. Remus let Sirius’ familiar scent wash over him, and gave into the urge to press a light kiss on his crown. Sirius tightened his arms around him in response. This  was  making him feel better; how did Sirius always know what Remus needed?