Grief and sadness seem to follow them wherever they go, really, so it's not as if it's unexpected. Sirius finds himself in a bit of an odd place, considering he'd only been dead (as far as memory serves) for a handful of minutes before popping up here. It hasn't felt as if he's been dead at all, truth be told, only as if he's just gone from one room to the next.

But Remus has been months bereft. Remus had to go on living, with all his closest friends taken from him, alone again.

So when Remus leans back, Sirius tightens his grip, holding him close, securely, as if to drive home the fact that he's here, real and solid and alive. "Well we can't have that," he says lightly, a smile curving against Remus' cheek. "Your vengeance is terrible to behold."