"We should probably finish our drinks and head home, eh?" Remus said after they'd sat down, with a certain comfort in his tone despite the briskness. He reached over and patted Sirius on the back of the hand, trying to reassure him. Merlin only knew what he thought.

"...Sorry about that," Remus started, before shaking his head. He wasn't entirely sure what he was sorry for. "He can be a bit of a pillock. Thick head." Taking a deep breath, he made himself look in Sirius' eyes, and smiled. "Not nearly as pretty as yours, Pads."