It was immediately obvious that Black was just as far out of his depth as Remus was; Remus happily took advantage of that.<br/>“Yeah,” Remus answered off-handedly, not as dismissively as it was out of disinterest in pretending that Black has asked it as anything but an olive branch, as words to prevent silence to fill the room.<br/>Remus turned properly towards his coworker, hand settling on the back of his chair, expression caught between intentions. His lips parted a moment before speaking, juvenile in its awkward shyness.<br/>“I was just heading out for the library,” he started. If Black had spoke genuinely last night, there really wasn’t any reason for Remus to doubt that Black was able to keep his quiet - he had already kept it for months, after all. It eased some of the stress Remus had felt leaving the bar, but did little to quell the feeling of having been put on display as something for Black to interpret.<br/>Remus had intent on not letting it get to him, much rather taking it in stride, rather than allowing them to fall into a rut they couldn’t get out of. Still, it didn’t bring much confidence to his voice.<br/>“If you’d like to join me.”