Remus’ roof wasn’t particularly suited for stargazing, the slope of the roof quickly becoming awkward to stand on. Despite that, Remus didn’t even look at the stranger as he climbed up, let alone offer him a helping hand.<br/>Remus’ eyes were on the sky, scanning the sky for a constellation he had lost.<br/>“Where’s the big dog?” he asked, not looking at the man besides not, unable to stomach it. There was a creeping sense of dread knowing he had lost sight of an entire constellation, and even more so knowing it was undoubtedly due to the lack of the brightest star in it. Remus was horrible, terribly aware of the fact that the surrounding few stars were insignificant, the pattern of a dog only recognisable on the night sky when Sirius shined at its neck.