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"You are and idiot," Remus snaps, ripping a strip of white fabric away from his shirt with his teeth.

"A reckless moron who-- episkey -- will stop at nothing to play the hero."

Sirius hisses as he feels his bones snap back into place from the spell.

"Reckless is my middle name," he says.

Remus scowls, directing his focus to his wand.

Muttering quietly as he drags the tip of his wand up the side of Sirius's leg. Blood slowly seeping back in as the wound stitches itself together.

"You could've died," Remus says, pushing up from where he's leaned over Sirius's leg.

"Yes, well, I almost die everyday," Sirius returns. "Y'know I have a running bet with James over who will--"

The poisonous looks that Remus shoots him make the words die in his throat.

Remus wraps the strip of cloth around Sirius's leg, jerkily tying the knot at the end.

Sirius curses under his breath. That hurt. He didn't expect it to.

Remus's head snaps up again, all the venom draining from his expression at the pain laced across Sirius's face.

"I'm sorry," he mutters.

"Don't be," Sirius says. "You're helping."

Remus runs his fingers through his hair, several strands falling across his forehead as he releases them.

"You have to be more careful," he whispers. "You're going to get yourself killed."

"That's a given," Sirius replies. "I mean when we took this job we didn't expect it to be a walk in the park."

"I'm serious," Remus says, and then sighs at the slight smirk that plays around his boyfriends lips.

“That joke got old back in first year.”

Sirius shrugs, failing to hide a wince at the movement. “Nah.”

"You can't keep playing the hero,” Remus says with another sigh, turning away to find something.

Sirius frowns, fully aware that Remus can't see it from this vantage point.

"But that's our job. We're supposed to save other people. I'm not just going to sit back and let--"

"Dammit Sirius!" Remus hisses, voice cracking at the edges.

Sirius sits up. Remus has his head in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees.

Sirius swallows thickly, sliding a hand forward and slipping it into Remus's, squeezing gently. A sad smile stretches across his face when Remus squeezes back.

" I didn't mean to scare you," he says.

Remus shakes his head. "I'm always scared, Sirius. Always. Every second of every day I'm terrified that something is going to happen to one of you. But the worst part of it is, I'm ready for it. I'm expecting one of you to die. And I hate that that's my expectation, but it is."

"I'm sorry," Sirius says softly.

"Don't be," Remus says simply. "It's who you are, it's what you do. Don't apologise for being yourself."

"Yes, but I hate worrying you."

Remus laughs, pulling his hand out of Sirius's grasp and using it push him back down onto the bed.

"I've known you since we were eleven and you've never failed to not worried me. I don't expect you to start now."

It's Sirius's turn to laugh. Dozens of memories of various things he's done floating across his memory.

“I suppose you’re right about that one.”

“Mm I know I am.”

They’re silent for a bit. Remus staring up at the ceiling as if it holds the answer to some burning question, and Sirius watching him.

“You’re right,” Sirius says softly, and Remus’ eyes shift to look at him.

“I thought we already established that.”

Sirius shakes his head. “I meant about being reckless…today was…”

“Stressful?” Remus supplies.

Sirius nods. “I just—“

“I know,” Remus says, cutting him off. “And I also know that if it were me I’d have done the same.”

Sirius sits up, ignoring the start of Remus’ grumbled protests and pulling him into a kiss. It’s warm and welcoming and has an inexplicable feeling of home. He can’t remember a time anymore when he didn’t have Remus, and he doesn’t want to.

Eventually they break apart, Remus resting his forehead against Sirius’, staring into those brilliantly grey eyes. Somehow the dimness of the room seems to make them glow almost silver.

"Get some rest," Remus says softly, pressing a kiss to the top of Sirius’ head. "You'll need it."

"I will," Sirius promises. He's not sure if he'll be able to but he can at least try.

Remus seems to sense the meaning behind his words and he nods, heading for the door.

“Stay with me?”

He stops in the doorway, hand gripping the doorframe. Then he nods, making his way back over to the bed and laying down next to him.

Remus pulls him into another kiss, smiling softly when he pulls away.

“Always.”