Sirius had been so caught up in his relief in avoiding Remus that the other man’s voice took him completely aback, almost making him drop the keys that were almost back on his pocket.<br/>There had been so sense of accusation in Remus’ tone, and Sirius remembered that he had seen his flatmate at the club and that he likely knew what Sirius were up to.<br/>“Hi,” he managed, a little flustered by the entire ordeal as he finally looked properly at Remus, desperate to read anything in his expression, but he found nothing to help guide him one way or another.<br/>“Yeah, I guess,” he said, his hand awkwardly finding his bag by his side, realising that it could very much look like an overnight bag, but Sirius has no such intentions.