Remus smiled again, and slung an arm around Sirius' neck. "Of course it is," he agreed, dragging Sirius into his home. He usually wasn't this physical, but he hadn't seen Sirius in weeks. Really, that granted some sort of touching privileges, right?
Not like that, pervert.
He led Sirius into the kitchen and sat him on a stool while Remus prepared the tea. "Don't break anything," Remus warned him good-naturedly. "My parents would have your head."
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