Of Bookshelves and Baby Carriers

When he looks forward, he doesn’t get dragged down into a pool of anxiety anymore - he just feels hopeful.

Awesome,” he says softly. “In that case, if it’s cool, I would really, really like to kiss you now.”

Remus doesn’t answer. Instead, he leans the rest of the way over the counter and kisses Sirius right on the mouth.

“Cool,” Sirius mumbles against his lips, and kisses him back.

I’m kind of… a mess. I’ve been kind of a mess for a long time, since long before James died, and that certainly hasn’t helped matters at all. And I can be kind of a hard person to be around sometimes, and I have a kid now, and I don’t know that I’m worth the effort, but what I want to say is that I really, really like you, and that I’d really like to go out with you - and it’s not that I think you’re going to fix me or something, and I’ll totally understand if you don’t want to, but…”