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[alwaysimpure]

[Two men are laying on a bed, notes and books scattered around them. Remus and Sirius had fallen asleep in the middle of working and between nightmares and instincts, they have ended up very close to each other, arms and legs tangled up, facing each other with barely an inch between them.

Sirius isn't wearing a shirt, since he'd been getting comfortable. Remus, conscious of his scars, is still fully dressed.

It's not the first time Sirius wakes up like this since getting here. Usually he'd just let go of Remus, roll to the side and pretend it didn't happen, not a big deal. They don't talk about it, but he knows they both need closeness and each other.

Today, though, he knows no such thing. He doesn't know himself, doesn't know Remus, doesn't remember how he got here or anything other than what is happening right now. He is holding a man he can't recall ever seeing in his arms and he doesn't even know his own name.

With shock settling in, Sirius pushes away from Remus, scrambling backwards hastily until he ends up on the floor with a dull thud, legs still on the bed and hitting Remus's body.]

What in Merlin's name?!

[Wait.]

Who's Merlin? Who are you?

[Quite a while later, Sirius looks a bit more settled. He's still not bothered to get dressed, but at least he - with Moony's help - has started to figure his life out. He thinks. So he's smiling into the camera - it had taken a while to turn the device on and he doesn't know how to change the setting - and hopes someone out there might know more about him.]

Hello! I'm not sure who all can see this, but it's worth a try. I've lost my memories and I'd appreciate if anyone could tell me who I am. All I know so far is that my name is Padfoot, so I'm guessing my parents hate me.

Also, I might be ... I'm not sure, but there are some really weird notes here. Can you help?

[He looks so nice and pleading! Come on, help a handsome wizard out before he finds his wand and starts exploding stuff.]

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[raggedywizard]

[He pped off the bed and followed behind Sirius, glancing into the mirror. This stranger he'd woken up with was good looking, and young, if a bit tired. But the man he saw in the mirror, the reflection of himself, it made him pull away and leave the bathroom again. He looked much older, and worn down than the other man.

There may have been someone attractive under there, but he saw none of it in his reflection. Why did he look so worn out, as if plagued by ghosts and nightmares? And why had he woken in bed with this man?

He opened the other door instead, stepping out into the shared living room and heading straight for what he recognized as the kitchen.]

I'll see what there is in the way of edibles. Maybe I know how to cook?

[Would he remember how to if he had things to cook in front of him?]

[alwaysimpure]

[Sirius had caught the look on the man's face and now he felt like an arse for saying any of it. He followed behind him and stepped into the kitchen as well.]

Maybe you do. I'll see if I can help!

[And then, just following instincts, he put a hand on the man's shoulder and gave it a squeeze.]

I think you're really good-looking, too.

[...he wasn't trying to flirt, honestly, he just wanted to say something nice.]

[raggedywizard]

[He laughed a bit at that, but it was a nice gesture, so he smiled as he looked through the cupboards and the fridge. He ended up with a soup pan and a can.]

We've soup. I think we can manage that, between us.

[He just had to remind himself that this man was no better off than he was, memory wise. They could figure this out together. At the very least, they were obviously friends. It was very likely they were more so. They had been sharing a bed...]

[alwaysimpure]

Soup sounds good.

[Only now he turns to the stove and has no idea how to turn it on. He holds a hand over it and waves it vaguely, but that doesn't seem to be doing anything.]

I think you might be the cook, between us two.

[They had to be living together, right? Friends? Boyfriends? Was he gay? Bisexual?

Sirius watched Remus and tried to judge whether he was attracted to him.]

[raggedywizard]

[It did not seem all that strange to Remus, the way Sirius was waving his hand. He half expected the stove to click into flames. But after the other withdrew his hand, Remus clicked it on with the turn of a knob and stared thoughtfully at the fire.]

You may be right, there.

[A sheepish laugh and he put a hand to his forehead, rubbing away his embarrassment as he held up the can.]

Right, help me figure out how we get this open, then.

[alwaysimpure]

[An image enters his mind and he frowns.]

Do you have a long stick?

[And then he just shakes his head, because how in the world coulda long stick help? He starts opening drawers instead, looking for something useful and finding a couple of metal instruments that at least look dangerous enough to be effective.]

Forget the stick. Maybe one of those?

[raggedywizard]

[He did finally manage to figure out the can opener, and soon enough the soup was simmering in the pot with a lid in it and Remus was searching for anything resembling bowls.]

It's a bit odd, but I was thinking that same thing. About the stick.

[He shook his head, glancing at the pot.]

Funny, isn't it?

[alwaysimpure]

Really odd. Maybe we have a stick somewhere that can do that?

[There is that 'we' again. What were they to each other?]

D'you suppose we are... Um.

Always sleeping in the same bed?

[raggedywizard]

I'm... not sure.

[How could he know? Neither of them remembered anything, and while he felt an undeniable connection with the other man, he could not guess at what level it was. Or what reason could have put them in bed together.]

I think we might be renting the place. Aside from that stack of scrolls, there was not much I saw in the way of... possessions or what not.

[alwaysimpure]

We should probably look at those scrolls.

[He looks around the kitchen, then back at Remus again.]

Maybe find out our names.

[raggedywizard]

Sounds reasonable. You go and have a glance and I'll see about the soup.

Better yet, bring them in. We might have a go at them while it cooks.

[alwaysimpure]

There's an idea.

[He leaves and returns a little later carrying some of the scrolls and a quill he found. Experimentally he scribbles on the edge of the paper and pauses.]

Two different handwritings... Seems like yours is the neater one.

[raggedywizard]

How did you get by with that penmanship?

[It was a soft, amused jibe and he poured them both a bowl of soup as he scrawled out a few words of his own.]

Messr. Moony?

[What an unusual name]

[alwaysimpure]

Probably have some other qualities.

[He takes the soup with a murmured thanks and looks at the notes.]

Says Messr. Padfoot from me.

Our parents hate us?