Midnight mediating - a wolfstar microfic
James looked out the window and frowned. In the darkness, he couldn't make out the face of the shadow sitting on a bench outside the front door. But he didn't have to, he'd recognise the hunched over figure anywhere. He quickly threw on a jacket.
"Hi. How long have you been sitting here? Why didn't you come in?"
Sirius shrugged and turned away from James, litting a cigarette. There were several buts on the ground and James could bet at least half of them was Sirius'. He could also bet there was one thing only that would keep Sirius from waking him up at any hour, despite clearly needing him.
"Did you try talking to him again?"
Sirius made an affirming whimper.
"He... doesn't hate you."
"Telling Snape was a bloody stupid thing to do", James agreed.
Sirius hunched over even more, leaning his elbows on his knees and his forehead on his wrists, with the lit cigarette sticking up dangerously close to his hair. James caught the most thretened strand and secured it behind Sirius' ear.
"Have you talked to him?"
"We talk almost every day. He doesn't hate you, but he's... conflicted. He's hurt."
"Do I think he'll come around and forgive you? Yeah, I bloody hope so. I'd tell you to keep trying, but... I can see that it breaks you."
Sirius leaned back against the bench, with his eyes closed and face towards the sky.
"Not more than giving up and accept it is over would."
They sat in silence. Sirius finnished his cigarette.
"Sleep here tonight?" James offered.
"Thank you," Sirius nodded and stood up.