the_debt_of_time

"Actually.. ." Remus cleared his throat, flushing pink. "We were still... I mean,
we weren't dating or anything, but we were still together. For months afterward. We both
just figured we might as well be together—physically—until I found my mate or
until you pulled your head out of your arse."
"Well, you're still lacking a mate, and my head feels pretty stuck. So why aren't you
together? What's with the bullshit about sleeping together if you're not going to date her?
You only do that if you're shagging other people, and I know the two of you were exclusive
up until... until that shit with Snivellus."
Remus shrugged. "Seemed less messy."
"For you or her?"
"Both."
"Fix this, Remus," Sirius said, feeling a little sick inside even as a weight from his
shoulders lifted. "You deserve each other. You at least deserve a chance to find out for
yourselves instead of taking the easy way out by saying that you're already bloody bonded
to someone else. Plus," he added with a heavy sigh, looking across the room, "it'll probably
keep Prongs off both of our backs if you at least attempt to make an honest woman out of
her."
Remus chuckled. "Believe it or not, I'm a little more afraid of Mia than I am Prongs
right now."
Sirius smirked. "That's because you're the smart one."