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Remus flopped backwards onto the couch, landing with his limbs sprawled everywhere and his head in Janus’s lap. “Janny?”
Janus rested a free hand on Remus’s head and began to run his fingers soothingly through Remus’s hair. “Yes, darling?” he asked, not looking up from the book he was reading.
“Didja know stars are so far away that the light we see from them is, like, just ages old? Almost like time travel, except just for looking at stars. And even the sun is so far away it takes, like, eight minutes for light to get here from it.” Remus gestured widely with his hands as he spoke. “So if it were suddenly gone, like if it disappeared out of nowhere, we’d have eight minutes before we found out and all like instantly froze to death and shit. Eight minutes of being doomed and not even knowing it.”
“Mm.” Janus placed a finger in his book to keep his place, lowering it to the side. “Did Logan tell you that one?”
“Kinda. Just the light traveling bit. Then when I said the rest, he said the sun couldn’t disappear, so there was nothing to worry about.” Remus rolled his eyes and scoffed at this last. “He’s never had any imagination. That’s his problem.”
“Indeed,” Janus agreed mildly, rubbing a thumb along Remus’s cheekbone. “And you, my dear, are simply full of it.”
Remus beamed up at him. “I am!” He was quiet for a moment. “I like thinking about destiny,” he said, calmer now, contemplative. “Don’t really believe in it, but I like it. It’s so fucked up. The stuff you do not even mattering in the end, because the end is the same no matter what. There’s so much juicy story in there, and it’s all gonna mess with your head. I love it.” There was another pause; he caught one of Janus’s spare hands in both his own and pressed an absent kiss to it. “That’s the difference between Ro and me, I think,” he went on. “He thinks destiny’s hot shit, so he wishes it was real. Written in the stars, and all that jazz. I know it’s a fucked up idea. But neither of us thinks it’s true, really. Even if he pretends he does.”
Janus hummed another acknowledgement, winding strands of Remus’s hair about his fingers. He leaned down and kissed Remus, soft and lazy, lips moving against warm lips as Remus made a pleased noise and kissed back.
“Well,” Janus murmured as they parted, “if there were a destiny, you would certainly be mine.”
Remus blinked up at him. A grin slowly spread across his face. “Oh, my god, that is the sappiest thing you’ve ever said. I’m telling Virgey.” He half sat up.
“You shall do no such thing,” Janus said primly, gently pushing Remus’s shoulder down until he gave in and laid back down in Janus’s lap. “That was for your ears and your ears alone.”
“Ooh, I get all your dirty little secrets,” Remus teased, still grinning.
Janus laughed softly. “I suppose so.”
Remus sat up again and tugged at Janus’s hands, pulling Janus into his lap and wrapping his arms firmly around Janus’s waist. “That was cute,” he announced. “We should make out about it.”
Janus smirked, very pleased, cupping Remus’s face in his hands. “Well. If you insist,” he said coyly, leaning in.