Sirius' comment, thoughtless as it might have been, had Remus absolutely beaming. His smile widened to the point where he had to lower the glass back down an inch, finding himself incapable of taking the sip when he had intended to. For the last few years, Remus had felt really good about where he had gotten, and the unexpected recognition of all that it had taken to get him there made his heart swell with joy.<br/>"Thanks," he muttered, hardly containing his smile, but doing so enough that he could finally take the toasted sip. His skin felt so warm that the cold lager was enough to send a thrill down his spine.<br/>Glancing behind himself, Remus oriented himself enough to sit down on the edge of the barstool behind him, seating himself almost a full inch lower than Sirius, changing their eyelevel. Something about it made Remus smile, eyes remaining on Sirius as he placed the pint back onto the bar.<br/>"Can I ask you something?" he started, almost laughing, easily stringing up a line of conversation, expecting to have Sirius for the duration of their drink. "Why<span style="font-style: italic">Doc</span>? I've been thinking about it all month."