"Oh, Sirius," Remus breathed. He leaned forward, seemingly involuntarily, and took Sirius’s hand, closing his long, strong fingers around it. Their skin pressing together felt impossibly comforting and grounding, like James’s hugs and Harry’s snuggles. He looked straight into Sirius’s eyes, gold melting into silver, and paused before speaking, as though urging Sirius to understand that his words would be important and true.