Remus is the sort who takes an umbrella with him even when there isn’t a cloud in the sky. No matter what, Remus picks up his umbrella from the stand before leaving the flat. He smiles when Sirius rolls his eyes.

They are walking through London on one of those days when thunder suddenly rumbles, prompting Remus to open the umbrella just before the sky opens up. Sirius huddles beneath the cloth and kisses Remus in the middle of the street.

When they part, Remus has both of his eyebrows raised. “What was that for?”

“Always carrying that bloody umbrella.”