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Remus rolled onto his left side and said to the velvet hangings, in the same soft voice he might have used if Sirius were laying in the bed with him, “You haven’t lost your best mate.”

For a second of simultaneous relief and disappointment, he thought that Sirius had already fallen asleep and had not actually heard him, but then came the small squeak of bedsprings and Remus knew Sirius had turned towards him. His heart lurched painfully in his chest over boundary the bed hangings made, over the small and yet vast distance between them, “Unless you mean Prongs, and I know you don’t,” Sirius said, haltingly, “I sort of have. I… you haven’t said ten words to me, Moony, since…” there was a soft rustle as Sirius fidgeted, admitted, “I miss you, you wanker.”

“I miss you, too,” Remus responded immediately, hoping his breathless voice wouldn’t bely just how much, just how desperately, he did.

“You know, when I first found out you were a werewolf,” Sirius said, his voice uncharacteristically small in the darkness, “I accepted it. Immediately. Even with all the bigoted rubbish I’d heard against werewolves my entire life. I,” he hesitated so long Remus thought he might have given up on finishing the sentence, and then he tacked on, brokenly, “I didn’t think you’d reject me over the same, if it were the other way 'round.”

“Sirius,” Remus said, his hands fisting in his blankets against the urge to clamber out of bed and go kiss some sense into him, “That’s not what happened.”