Remus’ childhood bedroom was somehow nothing like Sirius had expected, and exactly what he had expected at the same time. The most noticeable thing was the bookshelf, propped against the wall at the foot of the bed, unsurprisingly overflowing with books. Volumes thick and thin, ranging from muggle children's books that looked like they’d been loved to death and brand new paperbacks, and even a few books that looked like they might be cursed. Which, in all honesty, was plausible, considering the fact that Remus was one of the boldest, smartest wizards in their year. Sirius plopped himself down on the bed, the mattress folding and whining a bit with his weight. Everything about this place was a reminder how little money Remus’ family had compared to his. Despite the horrors of his own upbringing, Sirius had never felt the absence of a need, had never sat at a table not brimming with plenty, never worn secondhand clothes or had to think twice about spending money.
The Lupins were the antithesis to the Blacks, the stark opposite of everything they stood for. The house was old, paint peeling and bricks lining the front walk crumbling with age, carpet stained with spots of varying suspicion, leaky faucets and creaky floorboards, things patched up and held together by stubbornness alone. It was just the sort of shabby little house Sirius could imagine himself falling in love with.
Even more in contrast to the manor of the Black family, was the undoubtedly muggle everything. From every faulty appliance to the messes to the people living within the place, Sirius was absolutely certain this was the sort of place his family would hate for him to be dawdling in. That in itself was enough to make him adore that house.
Remus shut the door and planted himself right down beside Sirius, looking entirely exasperated, whether with him or his parents was yet to be determined. He decided to play it safe and wait to see, just in case, before he spoke.
“I’m sorry about them,” Remus apologised, gesturing vaguely to the door and what lay beyond; two grinning parents, one muggle, one wizard, inviting and pestering and embracing the moment they had stepped through the front door. A moment ago Remus had been conversing with said muggle, that fond annoyance Sirius had never experienced with his own mother making him whine for her to lay off.
He’d been trying very hard not to listen in, a thing which was rather difficult since he’d become quite the expert at eavesdropping in his years, but it was hard not to miss the pride in Hope Lupin's voice as she addressed her son.
He was really trying not to be jealous.
“They’re just- I haven’t ever brought anyone home before, they mean well of course, but Merlin, they’re not very good at this whole thing. Not that I’m very good at any of this either,” Remus explained, addressing mostly his own shoes, giving them a half scowl.
“Moony,” Sirius cut him off, grinning ear to ear, and picked Remus' hand off the mattress between them and intertwined their fingers, “They’re wonderful.”
Remus seemed to relax, just a bit, as the declaration settled in.
“Oh.” His eyes flickered up to meet his, then fell back to their hands. Then after a moment, “They are, aren’t they?” He smiled to himself, the smallest turn upward of the corner of his lips Sirius loved more than anything in the world.
“Finally realised how lucky you are, huh? ‘Got two loving parents and a gorgeous boyfriend, how’d you figure?” Remus just rolled his eyes, the smirk widening, and Sirius had just enough time to soak in the glorious sight that was the man in front of him before Remus was kissing him, and any lingering thoughts of jealousy were dismissed to make way for Remus’ warmth.
“Guess I must have some luck after all.”