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Fast footsteps followed and stopped just in time not to trip over him. A shadow ghosted over the white tiles as Sirius tried to regain his breath and ignore the sour smell.
"Are you alright? Did I do something wrong? Or was it the coffee?"
'STOP TALKING' Sirius shouted, still hugging the toilet.
The man slowly bended forward as if he was approaching a scared animal.
'I'm sorry.' And he tried to put a hand on Sirius' shoulder, who jumped away, crashing his ribs into the sink.
'Don't you touch me. Don't you DARE touch me! Leave me alone, that's what you do best, don't you!' He said, this time in a calmer but also significantly colder voice. And that proved that what he feared was true. The man stumbled back, his eyes wide and his skin so pale he could be dead. Though Sirius completely missed out on that as he refused to look up. The man's fingers grabbed for the doorpost and Sirius felt like he was dying himself too. Everything was tumbling, racing, spinning. Everything he ever thought or felt considering Remus raced through his mind and he was so certain the man standing opposite him right now was that exact same man. And if there was still any doubt within his soul, it got destroyed the moment the man uttered one single word.
'S-..Sirius?'

Sirius squeezed his eyes shut in the hope it would stop the world from spinning so fast but it didn't. He was sure he had never felt this bad in his life. Not the moment he married Bellatrix of the first time he shared her bed. Not even when he heard she was pregnant and he was supposed to raise a kid that wasn't even his. Knowing that, out of all the people in the world, he just bumped into Remus at a time he was just starting to forget about him was cruel. Knowing that the first person he kissed in ages and actually enjoying it was.. Oh God. Sirius turned around and tried to keep himself upright by grasping the sink and felt as if his mind was about to explode. They kissed. They kissed. He kissed Remus and he didn't even know. He pressed his lips on Remus' without any real sense of love. Without the knowledge he finally got to touch what he so longed for. It just happened. Unaware. It ruined everything.

He turned around to walk out of the bathroom but realised just in time Remus was still blocking the entrance and so he turned around to grab hold of his buddy the sink, again. He didn't want to face Remus. He simply couldn't. He had been staring at the man for so long without knowing who he was. Doing so with the knowledge this was Remus, the man he fell in love with in such a ridiculous manner and who had just left him like that was just too much. He'd had to acknowledge that his eyes were so kind and warm. How soft his hair looked. How warm his skin burned through his sweater and the pleasant smell of chocolate and something herbal that hung around him.. How it felt to hug him, to feel his arms around his shoulders. His cheek on his hair.
Remus used to be a voice without a body. Then, unaware, he was a body without a voice. How could either of them ever be ready to be both. His legs suddenly decided they were sick of the weight of this information and he sank to the floor, one hand still sort of holding on onto the sink. The tiles were hard and cold and hurt his knees.

'Please answer me. Sirius?'
It sounded more like he was questioning the situation than asking Sirius to answer and that pissed him off even more. Though not as much as the whole situation altogether. The absence of a physical form, no matter how close, made him feel exactly as he had before. The voice was, even now, so calm and friendly that is still seemed to sooth him. Despite him trying to be as angry as he probably could be because he knew Remus deserved just that. And so he grunted before he answered.

'What's with the doubt. Do you get this response a lot once you start talking?'
There was a soft gasp behind him as Remus had the same experience. They fell silent for a while and it took Remus quite some time to regain the power of speech.
'You can hardly blame me. This is so .. coincidental.'
The world didn't do any justice to the situation but it was just that. Coincidental.
'I dyed my brother pink a week before my wedding. If that convinces you. ' Sirius mumbled and he could feel the body behind him shift a bit. The corner of his mouth twitched as he involuntarily wondered whether Remus was trying to hold back the same response that had escaped him the first time he had heard this confession.
'And I snorted.' The man behind him said, a soft hint of laughter ghosting his voice. And suddenly the world was quiet. It stopped spinning and turning and even the pounding in Sirius' head reduced as the happenstance started to settle. They were really here in a small and smelly bathroom. Remus seemed to have the same thought as he heard some shuffling and an unexpected flushing of a toilet. A soft whooshing sound turned out to be an air freshener as the tiny cold drops landed on his skin and the air smelled significantly better. Then the man sat back down on the floor, so close to Sirius it made him wonder if aura was a real thing for he was sure he could feel Remus'.

That was the moment it happened. He hardly had any time to think about auras and who knows what. It just made sense. A leg straightened out on his left and he was sure he heard the other leg do something similar behind him. His hand, though hesitant, let go of the sink and fell back into his lap the moment one hand ghosted over his shoulder. And this time he didn't feel like shrugging it off or shouting. Slowly he leaned into the movement while the other hand formed around his waist. He was still angry. He was still confused. But as his back came to a halt against the sweater-clad chest that smelled of chocolate and something herbal and the arms pulled him closer ever so softly, things just seemed to fall into place. It fitted. It was awkward and warm and painful and welcome. It was everything and nothing and aargh. So much more.

'I am sorry Sirius. I truly am.'
The voice startled him for a second, so much closer to his ear than he had expected it. The man's breath, though he could probably call him Remus for sure now, ghosted past his cheek, making all of this even more real.
'For what.' He sounded more bitter than he meant to. Or maybe not enough. Who knew.
'Everything. Everything I ever did or said. For leaving you, most of all.'
'I think you owe me an explanation for that.'
'I believe I do.'

There was a silence. A painful, lingering silence that seemed to bounce of the clean, white tiles around them.
'Perhaps we should find a more comfortable place.'
Sirius shrugged. His ass was hurting from the tiles. And Remus, a tad older, was probably hurting a little more too. But he didn't exactly want to face Remus. See him, more. Make it even more real than it already seemed to be. But the man seemed to understand just fine.
'You can go first, if you don't want to look at me.'
But Sirius didn't want to get up at all. No matter how awkward the situation, there was something comforting in it too.