this must be the place

lie low at lupins except better because its set in australia... He looked up, and held Remus’ gaze for a long time, before glanced around the room as if to check it was empty. Then, slowly, slowly, he pushed himself up, and dropped into the gap between Remus and the edge of the armchair. His breath smelled of English Breakfast tea, and tickled Remus’ ear. The hair at the nape of Remus’ neck was long and mullety, and Sirius’ fingers stroked it deftly, tugging gently here and there, until, involuntarily, Remus found his own hand straying to Sirius’ face. His thumb brushed gently over each pointed feature, mapping the sunken cheeks and raised eye bags curated from years of prison, and, in the process, rubbing colour back into Sirius’ pale skin.“You used to be darker”, Remus heard himself mutter, and felt Sirius’ mouth turn up slightly at the corners, still hidden underneath his calloused thumbs. “I’ve always been pale.”