When the second kiss brought no response, Sirius sighed against Remus's lips and tucked a strand of hair behind the werewolf's ear.

"I'm sorry, mate," he whispered. "I understand. Just because you're not interested doesn't mean I'm gonna be angry. We're still great mates, aren't we?"

Sirius was, under the strong, uncaring exterior, just as lonely as Remus. He came from a terrible family that did not love him. He over compensated as a result. His only concern, right now, was keeping Remus as something.

"Don't hate me, Moony."