Remus pushed the door open of the therapist open and stepped out, swallowing hard. The small, orange plastic bottle grew damp in his hand, forcing him to clutch harder.

"Look, come on. It'll be fine, trust me. The pills worked for me, well, you know, good enough." Sirius said, facing forward and steering the wheel around the corner. Remus just mumbled quietly about the pills and how Dr Jennett said they'd help with his problems. Sirius could almost taste the bitter resentment for the pills radiating off of Remus. It was the exact same feeling he had when he was diagnosed with the same two, anxiety and depression, except it was the mere thought that he wasn't 'normal' that ticked him off.
"I just... hate taking pills." Remus wrinkled his nose in disgust, "I feel like they're going to get lodged in my throat or some shit like that, but like, just hurt a lot. That's it." Remus pulled the bottle up to eyes length, he hated the little black words printed on to the white paper, he hated how the therapist had shelves and shelves of pills behind him, he hated how the thought of him swallowing each and everyone wasn't enough to end him, even if it hurt a lot.
"Yeah, don't worry, me too, but I'll help you. I can't say it'll be fine now because I'd be goddamn lying, but you just need somewhere to steal away, to let everything go, and maybe you'll be able to get a bit off your chest." Sirius didn't dare to look at Remus, he could feel the eyes staring at the side if his head and he almost winced. Remus fiddled with his fingers again and turned his attention to the window, not bothering to reply. He saw a young, small boy, his mother pushing him on his bike, trying to ride without stabilisers. The utter glee on his face brought satisfaction to Remus and he hoped that the stranger would stay like that all their life. He tried to brush away the thought of cars passing by and the boy losing his balance.

"Hello?" James asked loudly from the other end of the line. Sirius' heart started thumping as he looked at the stairs, his breath catching in his throat. Thankfully, Remus seemed to have not heard anything.
"Shhhhhh, shut up, James!" Sirius hissed venomously. As he'd known James for 10 years, he had a very accurate picture of what he would look like right now in his head: his face would wear a look of curiosity and he'd be biting his tongue inside of his mouth.
"Don't tell me what to do!"
"James." Sirius almost felt like tossing his phone across the room, James seemed to sense that as well, seeing as he replied with,
"Alrigh', alrigh', keep your hair on! But, why do I have to be quiet?" James whispered much like a child, making Sirius roll his eyes. He couldn't believe this man baby had a child.
"Because, I want to do something for Moony." Sirius replied, suddenly feeling nervous. What was he thinking, calling James? What help would that do, he would just tease him!
"Ahh, so you sought the help of your greatest mate to help you find your way?" James asked smugly. Sirius glared down at his phone and his finger hovered over the end call button.
"Peter would say something all artsy, and your my only other option." Sirius drawled, deciding not to hang up.
"Yeah, I'm your only friend, saddo!" James huffed, annoyed.
"Are you going help me or not?" Sirius clapped his hands as if James were standing in front of him. Then he realised he needs to be quiet as Remus was working in his book.
"Fine. What do you want to do?" James asked, making a beat on the table that was supposedly in front if him. Only now had this question crossed Sirius' mind. What did he want to do? He wanted something to put him at ease but what exactly was that? Would it be just one day trip, or maybe something a bit more longer?
"I don't know, that's why I asked you, you smart arse! I just need something to get his mind off things!" Sirius pushed back a lock of his hair dangling in front of his eyes. This call was taking way longer than it should be.
"Oh, is this about his anxiety and depression? Oh, ok. Well, take him somewhere... like an art gallery." James suddenly realised he shouldn't have been so forward about Remus' illnesses, especially since Sirius was still recovering from the same.
"You did not just say that."
"Err, what?" James braced himself for a lecture on why you should never just stab illnesses in like that, but it never came. Instead, Sirius just chuckled very slightly.
"I might as well have asked Pete." He scoffed.

The two talked for three more hours, the call slowly slipping to James' job as professional football player and his pissy coach, before they decided to hang up. By the end of it, Sirius still didn't have the slightest clue on what to do for Remus. He lay back so his head was on the arm rest and his legs on the rest of the sofa, and brainstormed some more. A few ideas cantered in to his head, but they were either too unrealistic or too underwhelming.
"Sirius?" Remus was rubbing his eyes and plopping down on each step. It was evident that he had fallen asleep. Remus had fallen asleep after taking his pills, they made him feel funny and really not that better, the slight change barely noticeable.
"Fancy a cuppa?" Sirius asked, frantically sitting up. He quickly neatened his hair and smoothed out his shirt, only before realising what he was doing. Remus, thankfully, didn't seem to notice anything suspicious.
"If you were already going to make one, I don't see why not." Remus yawned, stretching upwards. He walked down the remaining steps and sat down next to Sirius, who was just getting up.

While boiling the water in the kettle, Sirius thought some more on what to do. He leant back on the the counter top and tilted his head back slightly. Remus had a love for seeing and learning new things, he said it would put him at ease and calm him, so it had to have that in it. He wanted it to be memorable, almost as memorable as the time James handed him a McMuffin while saying 'take one for the road' and seconds later, getting shat on by a circus parrot. Then a fabulous idea struck Sirius' mind.
"A road trip." He breathed quietly to himself. He got excited and instantly started getting carried away with it.
But then the kettle screamed bloody murder, and he knocked over the sugar.

so haiii. if you've read my other book, you know i am the worst at updating. but i have an excuse. i've been like binge watching these two youtubers' younows and videos (jackson krecioch and dylan geick) and oml are they adorable. honestly, my new favourite couple.
see you next millennium.