Oh, for fuck's sake. Remus bit back the bark of rueful laughter, and his own frustration - at himself, mostly, for being such a complete berk that he didn't see what was right in front of his face - made him grab for Sirius' hand and hold it in his own.

"Mates don't do this," he pointed out quietly. "Mates don't get jealous, and Merlin knows I've been catty enough about some of your conquests. Mates..."

He trailed off with a sigh, and squeezed Sirius' hand. "This is the only thing that makes sense. Of either of us. Of both of us, and it just us now. You can tell me I've read this completely wrong, but I would like to ask you out." He paused, and dropped Sirius' hand to reach up and snake his arm around Sirius' shoulders, bringing him in to murmur close and loving in the other man's ear. "Will you please be my date, Sirius Black?"