____<br/><br/>When they parted, Remus had slumped back against the footboard of the bed, having already come to experience that the bed really was too narrow for them to comfortably lay side by side. This distance, however, offered a less suffocating proximity even despite the tangle of legs where they met in the middle of the bed; it made it easier to linger.<br/>Remus had drawn one knee up, Sirius’ leg laying over top of the other; it had been almost mindless, the way Remus’ hand had curled lazily around Sirius’ ankle, fingers idly drawing patterns up his calf.<br/>It had been some time since Remus had encouraged Sirius to light them a cigarette from the pack on Remus’ night stand, and even though they had shared it, Sirius had the last inch of it between his lips. Come the morning, they might regret having smoked indoors, but Remus had been in no rush to move. For now, he had his head tipped back against the bed frame, looking at Sirius’ with great interest even through half-shut lids.<br/>“How are you feeling?” he asked, a grin almost immediately pulling at his lips at the prompt.