By Gen X
"I don't think we should tell Remus," said Sirius.
Having just been persauded to change his decision, James should have taken the comment seriously, as it happened however he smiled and chuckled. "You're sleeping with him. You're crazy you know that."
But Sirius didn't indulge in the laughter, and that was when James realized his best friend wasn't joking. "So why shouldn't we tell him? We've known him for ages. He's saved both our lives--"
"On more than one occassion," Sirius added.
"Exactly. So, would you mind explaining this train of thought?"
Sirius took a sip of beer, trying to stretch out the silence so perhaps James would forget he had even brought up the subject.
"Sirius?"
No go.
Sirius lowered his voice cautiously. "He's a werewolf, James."
"He's our friend, Sirius, and your boyfriend, I might add," James retorted a bit more than horrified that Sirius would even mention or assume such a thing.
"I'm not saying I don't trust him."
"Then what are you saying?"
"I know... I know him better than you do. Just trust me, okay?"
.to be continued.