Remus hummed a little chuckle, a grin wide on his lips. Sirius still seemed in a bit of a haze, despite his presumed sobriety, and Remus felt it in his chest, the unmistakable openness about Sirius making Remus head cloudy, too.<br/>Shifting in his seat, Remus drew himself properly onto the bed, no longer restricted to a 90 degree angle as he sat on his right ankle. Easing the angle, he steadied himself with a hand on Sirius’ upper thigh, a progression but static, allowing the touch to register properly with them both.<br/>“Are you gonna quiz me on them later?” Remus teased as he shifted a bit forward overtop of Sirius, his voice almost juvenile in the way it was impossible to take the piss out of it all.<br/>There was, however, no ill will behind his smile, still looking intermittently at Sirius’ chest with great interest, eyes skimming over the ink in search for other references.<br/>“You’ve got them on your back, too, yeah?”