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[theshabbiestofmen]

Monoxide-- why do you need it!

[doggedly]

[He has the grace to look a bit put out at that.]

I didn't say I needed it, I said do you think they have got any in space. You're hearing what you want to hear, Lupin, which is the worst case scenario. As usual.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He huffs a sigh, both wearied and irritated.]

There's no need to be nasty, you know. And no, I don't think they have any in space, truth be told.

[doggedly]

[Damn. He scowls, and rubs irritably at his nose.]

Well, what would you call what you're doing, if not that?

[theshabbiestofmen]

Worrying.

[A beat.]

Look, I'm sorry, all right. I don't think you'd do anything lethal, but-- that sort of thing can be horribly dangerous.

[doggedly]

And, what, I'm too stupid to realise that? Thank you, Mumsy--anything else to add?

[theshabbiestofmen]

That's not what I meant, Sirius. Just-- forget it.

[doggedly]

All right.

[He says it all huffy, and slouches in his chair as he keeps looking at what he's reading. After a few moments, though--]

Oi. Remus?

[theshabbiestofmen]

Yeah?

[He glances back a little warily.]

[doggedly]

[Now that he has Remus' attention, he blows him a kiss, very sweetly.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

Oh, piss off, Black.

[But he says that fondly, at least, with a little smile.]

[doggedly]

Whatever you say, darling, but I know you don't mean it.

[He goes back to reading, whistling as he does, but he's grinning a little as well.]