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This was it, Sirius thought to himself. This is what he had always wanted, but had been too busy with his head up his own ass to see.

He looked down at the sleeping man curled into his chest and pressed his lips to his scarred face.

Remus Lupin slept peacefully, softly snoring, as silver light from the overcast London sky filtered in to Sirius’— no, their shared room.

This was what he wanted for his birthday since he was 16, and he’d finally found the courage to ask for it….he only wishes that it hadn’t taken this long.