"Don't feel that way. I understand, but don't." Sirius waves his hand as he sips his coffee. "Radar is..." a pause, and when he continues Sirius himself sounds a little surprised. "Radar may be the kindest man I've ever met, actually. You have your apartment but even if you ended up passed out on the couch for days, I don't think he'd mind. He'd probably fetch you a blanket, in fact- oy." His eyes narrow when Remus turns up the heat, and all but nudges him aside to take over. It is cooking faster now, and when Remus flips the pancake it has that perfect color of golden brown, but he still mumbles into his coffee. "Woulda cooked. Impatient..."
The kitchen is already starting to smell delightful, but when Remus tells him that he over-whipped the batter Sirius lightly hits him on the arm. "The batter is fine, you absolute tosser. I learned how to use a coffee machine, is nothing ever enough for you? I'll use magic in the kitchen as I please." Speaking of the coffee, Sirius needs more sugar, and he lifts his hand to summon it over slowly, maintaining eye contact with Remus the whole time. He still maintains it as he puts more into his mug, and yet still when he summons the spoon to stir. When he sips, it's obnoxiously loud. "Delicious."
The fretting has already begun, and Sirius can't help but smile into his coffee when he thinks it, but that part he keeps to himself. If he says something, Remus might actually stop. "I was able to heal your arm and a few other bruises I could find, some of them I sort of guessed on. You're practically swimming in that jumper, so it was hard to see." In reality, Sirius had attempted to heal literally every part of Remus through the thick clothing, but he supposes some places could have been missed. "If you're in pain at all let me know, I'll see what I can do. Or someone on the network may be able to help, I'm not certain of everyone's abilities here just yet." He briefly remembers the way Isaac was able to heal himself without concern, and it prompts a bit of annoyance, which he also keeps to himself. Unfair.
Truth be told, he's a little grateful that Remus is taking over; cooking is hard, why would something so fundamental be so hard? Seems dumb to him. He holds his mug between two hands, half peeking/half hovering over Remus's shoulder as he watches him work. "It's done." It's not, but he's hungry. "Take it off, it's done! Should we put more in next time? I feel like we should. Oh!" This time his eyes are wide with excitement when he turns his head to look at Remus directly. "Could we make one giant one? Would that work? Like... a cake but from a pan-" It hits him, and he snaps his fingers before pointing at the skillet like he caught it in a lie. "Figured it out. Got it. Pan. Cake. There it is."
He's fucking around, but if Sirius is the best at anything, it's fucking around. It makes this easier, this strangeness between them, but he can already feel it slipping away in favor of their combined desperation for it to not exist. He sips his coffee once more before letting his hovering head land, resting his chin on Remus's shoulder, and when he speaks it's without his pestering tone. "You said before you had questions. Are you ready to ask them yet?" It's not a leading question, and if Remus said no, Sirius would simply let it lie.
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The kitchen is already starting to smell delightful, but when Remus tells him that he over-whipped the batter Sirius lightly hits him on the arm. "The batter is fine, you absolute tosser. I learned how to use a coffee machine, is nothing ever enough for you? I'll use magic in the kitchen as I please." Speaking of the coffee, Sirius needs more sugar, and he lifts his hand to summon it over slowly, maintaining eye contact with Remus the whole time. He still maintains it as he puts more into his mug, and yet still when he summons the spoon to stir. When he sips, it's obnoxiously loud. "Delicious."
The fretting has already begun, and Sirius can't help but smile into his coffee when he thinks it, but that part he keeps to himself. If he says something, Remus might actually stop. "I was able to heal your arm and a few other bruises I could find, some of them I sort of guessed on. You're practically swimming in that jumper, so it was hard to see." In reality, Sirius had attempted to heal literally every part of Remus through the thick clothing, but he supposes some places could have been missed. "If you're in pain at all let me know, I'll see what I can do. Or someone on the network may be able to help, I'm not certain of everyone's abilities here just yet." He briefly remembers the way Isaac was able to heal himself without concern, and it prompts a bit of annoyance, which he also keeps to himself. Unfair.
Truth be told, he's a little grateful that Remus is taking over; cooking is hard, why would something so fundamental be so hard? Seems dumb to him. He holds his mug between two hands, half peeking/half hovering over Remus's shoulder as he watches him work. "It's done." It's not, but he's hungry. "Take it off, it's done! Should we put more in next time? I feel like we should. Oh!" This time his eyes are wide with excitement when he turns his head to look at Remus directly. "Could we make one giant one? Would that work? Like... a cake but from a pan-" It hits him, and he snaps his fingers before pointing at the skillet like he caught it in a lie. "Figured it out. Got it. Pan. Cake. There it is."
He's fucking around, but if Sirius is the best at anything, it's fucking around. It makes this easier, this strangeness between them, but he can already feel it slipping away in favor of their combined desperation for it to not exist. He sips his coffee once more before letting his hovering head land, resting his chin on Remus's shoulder, and when he speaks it's without his pestering tone. "You said before you had questions. Are you ready to ask them yet?" It's not a leading question, and if Remus said no, Sirius would simply let it lie.