"There's ice in the freezer!" Remus called at hearing the crack of apparation, already having undone his jacket and draped it over the classic leather armchair. Adjusting his shirt sleeves, he glanced about the living room. Remus had figured Sirius would be mucking about in the kitchen to fix a drink. Knowing what the other was doing went both ways.
"...Actually, get me one too, would you please?" Remus' own desire for alcohol was more celebration than wake, but it seemed like a good idea.
He ended up on the couch, legs spread a little, arms out along the back. If Sirius wanted to sit next to him, he could; if Sirius was too uncomfortable at the prospect, he could have the armchair: he could pace about on the rug: he could lie on the bloody carpet for all Remus cared.
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Date: 2016-08-13 10:57 am (UTC)From:"...Actually, get me one too, would you please?" Remus' own desire for alcohol was more celebration than wake, but it seemed like a good idea.
He ended up on the couch, legs spread a little, arms out along the back. If Sirius wanted to sit next to him, he could; if Sirius was too uncomfortable at the prospect, he could have the armchair: he could pace about on the rug: he could lie on the bloody carpet for all Remus cared.