James just smirked to himself. His next goal? Get Sirius to realize liking a boy wasn’t wrong. Maybe get them together by Christmas. He walked into the bathroom to get ready.
Remus snuggled closer to Sirius.
James woke up first the next morning, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He slipped out of bed, noticing Remus’ curtains were open. He walked over, seeing Sirius and Remus tangled together. Remus’ face was pressed into Sirius’ chest.
Remus found himself quickly falling asleep once he accepted that Sirius was staying. In his sleep, he drifted closer to Sirius, mostly spurred by the wolf recognizing Sirius’ scent as safe. He slotted against his side.
Remus shifted to his side to look at Sirius. He remembered how sometimes he would sneak into bed with his mother. But that had been so long ago. Now she was dead and it was Remus’ fault. What if the same thing happened to Sirius?