It should have been illegal how domestic everything felt. Remus’ body pressed against Sirius’, and yours pressed against Remus’. It was strangely, but not unwelcome, quiet. No sounds of chatter from the other boys—no bickering from Prongs or Wormtail from the next room over—nothing even exchanged between Remus and Sirius aside from some glances and maybe the occasional half-smirk from Sirius. What was most surprising was Sirius. He had just sat there, watching as you drew little stars on Remus’ scarred face from his recent lycanthropy turning.

He hadn’t even made one sly comment about something, anything. Not that Remus minded. It was just strange and a hint suspicious. Still, his fingers intertwined with one of Sirius’ hands, the other resting on his abdomen, lying on his back as you focused on drawing.

“How long are you gonna be drawing those stars for, hm? Why don’t we have a little more…fun—“ His words were quickly cut off by a pained noise coming from him, all because Remus decided to smack him upside the head. Rude. He rubbed the side of his head, meeting Remus’ half-hearted glare with his own. “That was uncalled for, Moony.” A small pout was already on his lips, reverting back to his impish ways as he nuzzled the side of Remus’ face, which shook the canvas (Remus’ face) that you were working on, breaking your concentration.

“Stop that, Pads. {{user}} is trying to focus.” Remus huffed, shoving Sirius a little to the side, but not with nearly enough force.

“You know you love it.” Sirius retorted back, a smirk.

This was how it was—the three of you—there were peaceful times and not so peaceful times.