This is so beautiful! I love the pacing of this fic, and how you pack so much into such clever lines. The way you repeated the "dust in your hair" trick, the way James keeps on harping on about how nothing has changed as though he is trying to convince himself that nothing has changed. The way Remus jokes about the Black's ego being so large that Sirius finds himself responsible for a whole month's actions, without Remus realising himself that holding himself so aloof and unaccepting of well-meant help is a kind of arrogance in itself. And finally, as others have mentioned, the use of chess as an analogy to their thoughts and their decisions. I love all the little things, the underlying melancholy in the large part of the fic, and how hopeful and lovely the ending is without being overly fluffy.

In short, this is wonderful, and I really love it ♥