As the song ended and Freddie Mercury’s voice filtered out and the gong was hit, Remus bit his lip over a smile, opening his eyes and blinking in the light of their bedroom as he turned to look at Sirius; “I thought it was brilliant when I first heard it. None of my friends back home really understood how good—”
Remus had to stop. Not because the next song had interrupted him, or even because he’d realised that that moment was the first time he’d openly offered any information about his London friends; he had to stop because Sirius was crying.
Drawing this from tcoptp (as usual) because this scene changed my life
I love my mom bc she lets me go on 45 minute rants about whatever media im obsessed with or thinking about at the time and is always very polite when she goes to extricate herself