And if Sirius had wondered what it might be like to touch it sometimes, well, blokes wondered that sort of thing about one of their best friends all the time, didn’t they?

Yes, Sirius, of course, all the time.

“They were having a nice conversation,” James said firmly, “weren’t they?” “They were fucking,” said Remus, who could be, thought Sirius, unnecessarily blunt about things sometimes. “They were having a nice conversation and a cup of tea and the centaur brought him some clothes,” said James, even more firmly, and a little desperately.

This is brilliant.