@dailyprongsfoot | July day 26: Bittersweet
"We're basically soulmates, aren't we?" James asked the ceiling.
"Obviously," Sirius agreed lazily. He was sprawled on his back on the carpet of James's bedroom, tossing a Galleon in the air and catching it.
"Do you think..." James hesitated, shifting on his mattress and hanging his upper body off the edge so he could look down at Sirius upside down. "Do you think if one of us had been a girl, we'd have ended up together?"
Sirius caught the coin and closed his fingers around it, letting his hand rest on his chest. He didn't hesitate. "Yeah."
"I'd definitely want to be the girl, though."
James snorted, grinning. "Why's that?"
Sirius stopped moving. He looked up, meeting James's upside-down gaze. He is so beautiful, James couldn't help but think.
"Because I wouldn't want you to be any different."
James's smile faltered. He searched Sirius's face for the grin that usually followed one of his ridiculous comments, but it never came. Instead, there was only that unwavering look in his grey eyes, so open and certain that James felt something inside him shift.
"Sirius," James managed to mumble.
Sirius pushed himself up off the floor and flopped onto the bed beside him, as if he hadn't just turned James's world upside down.
"Anyway," he said. "Move over."
And James did, making room without thinking, even as he wondered whether Sirius had any idea what he'd just done to him.