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See? You're already helping!

Commence praising my intellectual prowess.

Oh, Remus! You're so smart and stuff! You know so many big words, and you can use them in a sentence!

[Laughs and leans his head on Sirius's shoulder.] Merlin. You can stop now.

I can. BUT WILL I?

Please?

Well, when you put it like that...

I did. And what do you intend to do about it? [Isn't it disgusting how endearing they are?]

I'm gong to acquiesce to your heartfelt plea, and cease my schoolgirlish praise of your fearsome intellect.

[Just a little.]

And how can I thank you?

Kiss me, you fool. [Public. Is he okay with this?]

Oh, fine. [Well, there's Sirius's answer. A little hesitant, but he certainly intends it to be meaningful.]

[A sweet sort of hesitance, but Sirius reads the intent behind it very well, and doesn't let himself take it further than Remus would be comfortable with.]

Mmm. You had chocolate.

Oh, mountains of it. Big day. Big thoughts.

Tell me some.

Now? You want to hear those thoughts, now.

Just the public-consumption ones. The kinky ones, I can wait til later for.

They largely involve fear.

So tell me, and we can overcome it.

What if we misjudge the time? If it's already dark by the time we enter to cast the spells. What if the moon there affects me differently from the moon that I'm used to. What if I try to go through the door into the Room afterward, would I still be changed? Could I hurt someone here? What if someone tries to go through that door from the Room, would the spell extend to them? What if I'm... confused by the new area? What if I ruin our lovely new home...

Which isn't even to mention the usual fear, of hurting you in any way or making you... regret certain decisions. And don't mock me for that now, Padfoot, I don't know that I could take it as well as I usually can.

...alright. One thing at a time.

I'll go in first. If its dark, we stay here. If it isn't, we cast the spells - and we find one to lock or hide the door back.

Time is different in here, yeah? It doesn't flow-- you've never changed in here, right? I don't think you'll be forced into another change if you ride out the full transformation in our forest... it'll be done, right?

We can-- we can ward the cottage. You won't ruin it. You won't ruin anything.

And I don't regret a single thing. Not one. We're in this together.

For god's sake, don't let me hurt you, Sirius. Please. [He's done it before, little cuts and bruises, but he doesn't know how to handle that now.]

I won't. I'll hurt myself before you do.

[Sighs and leans back, letting his head drop back onto the beanbag.] Merlin, you'd think it was my first change.

[Rests his forehead on Remus' cheek.]

Least you won't be doing it alone.