Berlin Angel

Marlene, how do you know you are in love?” he asks, following a sudden urge.

She regards him, giving him a slow once-over, and shrugs elegantly with one shoulder. “When you start asking your colleagues this question.”

Touché.

Marlene,” he greets her. “How come I only ever see you not working?”

“Sirius,” she drawls. Her voice is low and hoarse, a chilling contrast to her babyface. “How come you’re only doing the bare minimum, but everyone still worships you?”

Sirius looks over from the coffee pot and gives Marlene an unimpressed look. She’s new, even newer to the company than Sirius – another web developer. As if there was anything to develop…

“I don’t need to practice,” Sirius says and rolls his eyes. “Who do you think I am? Some snotty intern? Get your things, I’ll see you in the meeting room.”

“It just occurred to me, that I am a fucking idiot…” Sirius groans. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. You’re cute,” Remus says easily, not at all bothered by it. “I love you.”

Oh my God.

“You keep saying it…”

Remus smiles softly. “Should I stop?”

This fucker. Remus fucking Lupin has not just–

“How can you love me?!” Sirius exclaims. “We… We haven’t– Wait. As in ‘Sirius, I love you as a good friend’?”

Remus laughs. “As in ‘Sirius, I am in love with you’,” he says easily. “I’d ask you to marry me, but I think you’d have a heart attack. And I don’t want that. Because I love you.”

Vienna,” Remus repeats and scoffs again, affronted. “Fucking Berlin wannabes.”

They can fuck off as well. Bavaria is not even Germany.”

“Huh?”

He just waves a hand and laughs. “It’s an inside joke, don’t worry about it. Bavaria is just historically always doing its own thing.”

Remus narrows his eyes and then grins. “You happened to me,” he says smoothly. “I think I’m doing pretty well.”

Remus fucking Lupin has fucking tattoos. Fuck, fuck, fuck–

Sirius’ brain makes a static noise and refuses to function.