[Remus turns to look at him too, his attempt at an "everything's fine and I'm okay" smile wavering a little.]

I know... and I'd do the same for you. [He sighs and tugs at his curls anxiously.] I don't have precedence for this, Sirius, I-- I don't necessarily want candles and roses and all that rot, but "best mates that snog sometimes" isn't what I want either and I don't know what's in between. [It's a testament to his house sorting that he's keeping eye contact, really.] One thing I do know is I don't want to have to have an excuse to kiss you.

[Kiss. Not snog. Important distinction.]