there are days when sirius's mind feels scattered, when he stares in the mirror seeing his reflection glare back at him, mocking ''Is this what you've become?'' until the face staring back feels like a stranger's
he tries to brush it off, but remus sees through him, he always does, and calls him softly to his side, one hand to keep him warm, one to hold his chin, sirius hiding his face in the crook of his neck trying to stop himself from crying as remus cradles him, gently whispering
don't be afraid sweetheart, It's okay, you're still you, still pretty as ever you're safe, tomorrow will be better, i love you so much sweet love, remus wraps him up in blankets, holding him close, fingers tracing his spine slowly up and down, pressing soft kisses in his hair
after a moment of silence sirius asks quietly, ''will you sing me to sleep moony?'' and oh remus would be damned if he doesn't sing for him until his throat becomes sore, until he has no voice left to utter words for his love, he'd sing for him until the end of the world if he asked
and so he sings, but not before pressing a kiss to his shoulder, feeling sirius relax as he curls up to him drifting to sleep.
