By the time Sirius entered his bedroom, Remus was already partially dressed. He was wearing a dark toned pair of pajamas pants, well aware that the set would become bloodstained through out the night. Sirius' question, however, made him stop in his tracks, before he was able to finish dressing himself. He had the matching shirt in his hands, and after momentarily meeting Sirius' eye, Remus yet again avoided eye contact.<br/>"Yeah," he exhaled, before carefully pulling on the unbuttoned shirt. His shoulders felt restricted due to the bangages, and his skin was tender under the stiff cotton shirt. The hesitation in his voice came from Sirius' phrasing, not sure what to read into it. Sirius had very specifically asked if Remus was going to be okay, while not offering any further help. Knowing that made Remus' mouth go dry.<br/>"I, uh," Remus started, almost by accident as he took in air, not having thought it fully through. It felt like too much to ask after the night they've just been through. "Yeah, I will be."<br/>Remus paused, fidgeting with a button while seemingly unable to do it. Finally, he let out a soft: "Could you stay the night?"