Remus knew that look. The Black blood told true and there'd always been a little madness to Sirius. This wasn't the good-natured madness of their school days, though. This was something far more potent. Far more dangerous.
Something that his traitor heart wanted to reach out and soothe as best he could.
Though it made some amount of sense. Because what he'd seen on the Map was Sirius taking Ron down the tunnel...but Peter's name had been with them. And he knew that Ron had a pet rat, though it seemed to go missing quite often the past year. And asking somebody else to be the Secret Keeper, somebody that nobody else would expect...
It made sense. But Remus just wasn't certain if it was the truth or if he just really wanted to believe that he hadn't been wrong about Sirius.
He reached out, finally, laying his hands against Sirius's arms. "Breathe, Padfoot."
And if his heart twisted in his chest at the nickname? Well, certainly he could be forgiven that.
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Something that his traitor heart wanted to reach out and soothe as best he could.
Though it made some amount of sense. Because what he'd seen on the Map was Sirius taking Ron down the tunnel...but Peter's name had been with them. And he knew that Ron had a pet rat, though it seemed to go missing quite often the past year. And asking somebody else to be the Secret Keeper, somebody that nobody else would expect...
It made sense. But Remus just wasn't certain if it was the truth or if he just really wanted to believe that he hadn't been wrong about Sirius.
He reached out, finally, laying his hands against Sirius's arms. "Breathe, Padfoot."
And if his heart twisted in his chest at the nickname? Well, certainly he could be forgiven that.