All Remus had done was to push himself away from the kitchen table, yet the simple act of straightening his posture had greatly diminished the space between them. The kitchen wasn't large to begin with, but wit the tabletop no longer digging into the back of his thighs, Remus was suddenly aware of the fact that he no longer was as far away from Sirius as he could have been.<br/>It felt like he had moved into Sirius' personal space, dangerously close to an invisible line Remus wasn't certain he was allowed to cross. The way Sirius, too, leaned against the counters meant he was just out of Remus' reach, making his fingertips itch.<br/>Remus knew exactly why that distance felt uncomfortable, too quickly having gotten used to be no more than a few feet apart from Sirius, hands always finding the other.<br/>"Good," he responded in an exhale, not knowing what else to say.<br/>There must have been some feeling of relief, but the way Sirius bit his lip before speaking seemed to soften any other emotion. It made Remus' heart do a flip.<br/>Remus' eyes darted back onto Sirius' when Sirius reiterated the same point. This time, Remus nodded in agreement, still trying to interpret the extent of what was included in Sirius' phrase.<br/>"I'm glad."<br/>The pacing of their conversation was almost too polite, a series of matter-of-factly statements. Remus' mind and heart, however, were racing at a thousand miles an hour, knowing neither of them were saying anything productive.<br/>His lips parted, trying to muster the courage to ask the question that had been on Remus' mind since last night.<br/>"Would you ever want to do it again?"