Sirius watched Remus’s fingers as they traced around the rim of his coffee cup. He had another scar across his knuckles. Where did he get all these scars? "I plan to cherish him." It had sounded so sincere, so heartfelt, like everything else he said. Could it have been genuine? Sirius allowed himself to wonder, but only for a moment. In an instant, he was scolding himself instead. Stop it. Stop it right now.