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"Is that everything?" Sirius asks. There‘s a single case in Remus's hand, leather flaking and corner disintegrating. He‘s only just arrived and he already matches the interior design, Sirius muses.
"I try to travel light these days." Remus answers, ears turning pink.
"It's good to see you again, Moony,“ Sirius clasps Remus‘s hand, oddly formal. Their hands feel like strangers, not used to the scars and callouses. Remus lets go after a moment.
"You too Padfoot. I only wish it was under better circumstances."
Sirius exhales. "There's not many of those knocking about these days," he grumbles, extinguishing his cigarette.