While Sirius’ hadn’t explicitly stated it, Remus could tell the night was drawing to an end; glancing over to the watch above their door, it was about time, too. They had already extended it another hour than intended, having left the bar adamant to catch enough sleep for the alcohol to leave their systems before class.<br/>Having now, this time of night, added another drug to the mix, Remus was no longer sure how that’d pan out.<br/>“Yeah, anytime,” he said, breathy with exhaustion but genuine nonetheless.<br/>Upon speaking it, Remus was struck with the memory of having offered Sirius a pastry brought with the money he had earned, and yet again, Remus felt quietly comforted by how easy it was to share such things when Sirius had no reason to question what money Remus had used to pay for it.<br/>Shifting in his seat, Remus pulled his leg back inside, feeling the room wobble around him as he slid off the sill.