Once having left the soft embrace of Sirius and the comforter, Remus realized he might not have been as freed of pain as he had initially expected. Sure, it was nothing compared to the pain he left on the nights leading up to the moon, but he was definitely and absolutely exhausted. His hand crept under his shirt collar, wanting to brush his hand across the bandaged shoulder in search for any wet spots that might have indicated a bleeding. However, very little of that showed once he was on his feet and once again turned to meet Sirius' eye.<br/>"What poor fool has tried convincing you of that?" he couldn't help but grin out, his voice a laughing exhale. His hand was still at his shoulder, his fingers inattentively trailing the lengths of the wrapped bandage, but, for the second time in a brief amount of time, he was faced with the fact that he'd much rather be trailing something else. Seeing Sirius smiling at him like that, undressed and entangled in familiar sheets, sent a shiver down Remus' spine, and it took everything he had not to crawl back into bed.