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[theshabbiestofmen]

Well, I'll have it back, if you're going to be like that.

[doggedly]

What--vomit it up? Really?

[theshabbiestofmen]

I meant I'll simply eat it myself.

[doggedly]

Oh, don't be stingy. I love your food. I love you. I love your near-constant disapproval, it's sort of what I imagine having a conscience must be like!

[theshabbiestofmen]

You can pretend as if you don't have one, Sirius, but I know you do. I'm simply serving as a sort of fill-in until you start listening to it.

[doggedly]

You can pretend as if you're a fill-in, but we both know the truth. It's you. It's always you.

[theshabbiestofmen]

So don't complain, then, when I act it.

[doggedly]

Oh, I have to complain. Those are our assigned parts, dear Moony.

[theshabbiestofmen]

You don't, actually, and seeing as we're not characters in a story, you're really quite free to break away from stereotypical roles.

[doggedly]

The minute you break from your role as 'fussy prefect', I will be sure to do so.

[theshabbiestofmen]

I'm not fussy!

[doggedly]

You even say that fussily, you know. I love it about you, seriously, don't actually change. It's endearing. Where would I be without you!

[theshabbiestofmen]

Dead in a ditch, no doubt. Sirius, I'm responsible , there's a difference between that and fussy.

[doggedly]

Is there? What's the difference, then?

[theshabbiestofmen]

Oh, forget it.

[doggedly]

[There's a beat of silence, and then he grins at Remus.]

I lo-ove you, Moony.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He gives him an unamused look-- but then waves a hand, dismissing the matter.]

I'm not saying it back, if that's what you're after.

[doggedly]

You what! Whyever not--don't you?

[theshabbiestofmen]

I don't think love is the best word for what I feel for you.

[doggedly]

Utter devotion, then. You can admit to it, y'know, it's just us.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Sorry, I'm not Wormtail and you aren't James, but nice try.

[doggedly]

Oh, well, give me your word, then!

[theshabbiestofmen]

About what, precisely, that I care for you? You know I do. I'd care for you more if you'd stop scribbling in my books, but that goes unsaid.

[doggedly]

But no deep intense best-mates-for-several-years, been-together-through-nearly-everything, including-mysterious-and-very-sudden-space-voyages love--nothing like that.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Something precisely like that. A deep intense fondness that includes putting up with this sort of idiotic line of questioning.