Sirius was telling him a lot of things, and Remus maybe heard half of them. The way that little hand kept reaching for Sirius’ hair kept catching Remus’ attention, although perhaps not to the credit of the child itself.<br/>Remus felt a little out of balance.<br/>“Yeah?” he prompted, finally able to gather his thoughts.<br/>He remembered vividly moving into the dorm, how lived-in Sirius’ side had looked, and how apparent it had been that someone had recently vacated the space Remus was moving into. Meeting said person felt a little intrusive, and Remus thoughtlessly reached for the back of his chair, halfway through reaching for his bag.<br/>“I can go sit in the library, it’s no issue,” he offered willingly, sparing Sirius the awkwardness of having to lay claim to their room.