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It had all started with Sirius' forever number one enemy: boredom. Ever since he was little, he could not stand the feeling of restlessness—the desire to do something to appease the mind-numbness nothingness. When he was little and still living with his parents, he would go bug Regulus until his younger brother played with him, and within a little while, the feeling would pass. Then, during his high school years, he would bug James or Peter or Remus. Thing is, he was twenty-one now, and couldn't exactly do that. Sure, he could call his brother and friends (and boyfriend), but it wasn't the same. Besides, they were probably in a class right now, or studying, or at work, or otherwise busy. Fucking sucks being an adult. So, with a sigh, Sirius flung himself onto the couch. Remus was working at the library for another hour or so, so he was home alone—bored—until then. With nothing better to do, he started looking for something to watch.
Eventually (after endless searching) he paused on a movie titled Isle of Dogs. With a hum of vague interest, he decided to turn it on, even for some background noise he could half pay attention to. It wouldn't hurt, right?
Well, he had thought that about an hour and a half ago, and now he was sat on his couch doubled over and sobbing like a fucking kid because what the fuck, Wes Anderson? All he could think about was Chief. He wasn't a violent dog, he wasn't. He cared, and he loved, and he wanted to be known but every time, that came out in violence instead. He had been scared, and shunned, and left alone. He wasn't violent, he wasn't violent...not on purpose...
"I'm Not a Violent Dog, I Don't Know Why I Bite."
Fucking hell, how was a kid's movie hitting like a brick? He nearly laughed but then he glanced up to see Atari hugging Chief and his tears welled up again because it was just...it just...
He groaned, wiping his eyes and feeling just a little bit pathetic at his emotional response to a fucking kids movie. Somewhere in the back of his head, a voice that sounded like James chided him and told him that being emotional was fine, but he ignored that voice and sat up instead, grabbing the closest pillow and hugging it to his chest. Breath in—
I'm Not a Violent Dog...
Breath out.
Sirius sighed, running a hand through his hair. Faintly, he heard the sound of keys jangling in the door, and said door opening, and the sound of Remus kicking off his shoes and wandering down the hall, but he was fixated on the screen—on the clay dogs that talked and barked and bit...and...and...
He felt kind of bad for his boyfriend, arriving home just to find him a mess of a person with a Wes Anderson film on the TV, of all things.
Sirius didn't see Remus sit down (his head was in his hands) but he felt the couch dip beside him, and a hand rest gently on his shoulder.
"Sirius, love?" the other mumbled gently, tone whispery and concerned.
With a deep breath, he looked up, smiling and wiping away his tears again. When he met Remus' eyes he chuckled, though something still twinged a bit.
"Sorry, christ. This is..." He shook his head. "Sorry. How are you?"
Remus raised an eyebrow, glancing between Sirius and the TV with a questioning look and a hesitant grin. "I'm alright." He paused. "What happened?"
With a groan, he fell (rather dramatically, in true Sirius fashion) into Remus' lap. "I watched a movie."
"Oh?"
"It made me feel...things."
"Hm, I'm assuming by the tears that they weren't necessarily good things?"
Sirius opened his mouth to agree, but then paused, mouth falling into a thoughtful frown. "I don't know, actually. It...it was sad, I guess but...not really? I just related to it, is more what it was. But uh, yeah." He paused, clearing his throat. "Stupid but...yeah."
"It's not stupid," Remus mumbled.
"It's a kids movie."
His boyfriend shrugged, one of his hands starting to card through Sirius' hair. "I don't think that matters all that much, honestly. People find meaning in everything, and sometimes, the meaning comes from places we don't expect it to come from."
Sirius sighed, glaring up at Remus half-heartedly. "I hate when you say smart things. It makes it rather difficult to be an emotional wreck."
Remus laughed. "I'm...sorry? I'm not sure how to react to that, honestly."
Sirius huffed, a grin spreading over his face.
"Yeah, well, gotta keep you on your toes."
"Trust me, you do."
He beamed, tugging Remus down for a kiss as the end credits for the movie started rolling.