Sunday Feeling
He hears a distant door shut and Sirius starts to stir, blinking his eyes open to see one of Grim’s feet inches away from his face. He sits up just enough to manhandle the greyhound into being the little spoon and settles back into the couch, sure it was still heinously early.
Grimm’s ears perk up just as Sirius also hears a key in the door. His eyes open all the way, awareness taking him fully as he remembers the night before. Jealousy grips him anew as the wine from last night pounds in his temples. He takes a deep breath through his nose as he flops over onto his stomach, his chin on the arm rest facing the door.
When Remus comes into their apartment, Sirius feels his chest tighten. There’s no use kidding himself or pretending otherwise, at least not now, not when he’s this hungover and Remus is basically fucking glowing in the morning light from the window; Sirius loves him. A love beyond just that of a friend or even a brother. Remus was who Sirius wanted when he kissed that stranger last night, and if he was being honest, Remus was always who Sirius is looking for in each stranger he kisses.
He’s going to have to get over it. Nothing good comes from Sirius loving someone. Plus, if he ever had the nerve to say anything, what would he do if Remus rejected him? He’s burned off of his family tree, cut ties totally with Peter and James was planning a wedding, a family. Remus is all Sirius has, and he needs to do what he can to not fuck this up along with everything else.
“Hey sailor.” Sirius greets from the couch, feeling (and probably looking like) a bit of a slug. “Nice outfit, my mate Moony was wearing the exact same one last night.”
He grins at Remus as Grimm wakes up and rests his chin beside him, joining the welcoming committee.
“You have fun Moons?” Sleep is still clinging to his voice as he fights off a yawn.
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