They had both, eventually, had the necessity to gather themselves, forcing Remus to leave the couch for the first time in hours. When he had returned, Remus was in a fresh set of pajamas, heavy knit sweater on top and bringing with him a fork.<br/>All in all, it made for an odd mirrored image. Remus was once again leaning against the armrest, balancing the food container against his knee. The noodles had gone cold, making them a rather uninteresting dinner, yet Remus needed to eat anything of substance, and anything to keep him occupied.<br/>This time around, however, Remus had settled himself cross legged, too aware of the fact that he risked relying on muscle memory, pulling Sirius back between his thighs if given the opportunity. Even now, Remus was too willing to once abandon his dinner in favour of Sirius' attention, even though James' return was growing more likely by the minute.<br/>"Had you seen it before?" he asked, aimlessly, referring to the western playing on screen. Remus himself hadn't been watching and whenever he had looked at Sirius, he hadn't seemed to be paying attention either.<br/>It felt Remus feeling some type of way, knowing how easily they would fall together if either of them reached out for the other. Only then did he meet Sirius' eye, a barely-there smile at his lip as he finally had that bite of chicken.