Remus curled an arm around his shoulders to keep him close. He'd done it before, but it felt more right, somehow. Maybe it was the alcohol.

"You will," he assured Sirius, craning a little to plant a kiss on Sirius' forehead, after brushing a lock of hair away. "And I'll still be a grumpy old bastard from time to time, and make you terribly mad. But that's how things are, m'dear. That's what relationships are like."

James and Lily had hardly gotten along every waking moment of every single day. To Remus, Sirius' fears were understandable....if a little silly. Sirius certainly couldn't expect perfection from a battered young werewolf, so there was no reason for Remus to expect it from him.