the_debt_of_time

quite lucky to have you worry about us. Though I assure you, it's hardly necessary. It's late,
I was heading down to get a cup of tea. Would you care to join me?"
Hermione jumped as Crookshanks made his way back out of Sirius's room. "No,
thank you, Professor. I just... I wanted to make sure Sirius was all right," she said and
turned to head back up the stairs.
"I... I'll take care of him," Remus called after her. "I promise," he added softly,
feeling lighter when she smiled at him as though this pleased her.
Once out of sight, Remus stepped into Sirius's room and sighed, closing the door
behind him. He could see Sirius beginning to stir without the kneazle in his arms. Frowning,
Remus lifted the blankets and peered down to make sure that his friend was at least clothed.
"Oh, thank Merlin," he muttered in relief before giving Sirius a good shove. "Move
over."
Sirius's eyes slowly opened. "Whosere?"
"Move over." Remus shoved him again and then crawled onto the mattress. He
leant his back up against the headboard and yawned, looking down as Sirius stretched
diagonally across the bed, his legs nearly hanging off the side. "You were having a
nightmare."
"Nothing new," Sirius grumbled into his pillow.
"Hermione heard you."
"Fuck." Sirius sighed loudly and turned, looking up with bleary eyes at his friend.
"Is she all right?"
"She's worried about you. Get some sleep."
"It's not the same," Sirius admitted as he sat up and looked at the right side of the
bed which remained empty.
"Yeah," Remus whispered, running his hand against the vacant spot beside him
where Mia used to sleep—James next to her. When he felt Sirius grab his hand and place
it on top of his head, Remus rolled his eyes. "Really?"
Sirius pouted and nudged him. "Indulge me. I had a nightmare."
Groaning, Remus awkwardly ran his fingers through Sirius's hair. "Any better?"
"You're shit at this, Moony."
Remus laughed loudly. "Merlin, we're a mess, aren't we?"
"Very pathetic."