Remus accepted the mug with a soft hum, almost immediately raising it to his lips. He made no move to drink of it, the steam warm against his face as he turned to return to his half of the room.<br/>“Ta, Sirius,” he spoke overtop of the rim of the mug, only looking at Black with a glance over his shoulder. The gratitude, however, was entirely genuine.<br/>Remus took a careful sip as he returned to his own bedside, putting the mug down on the window, freeing his hands to finish doing up his shirt.<br/>“I’m done for tonight,” he stated, nodding in the direction of their bathroom door.<br/>With an awkward delay, Remus did glance over at Black, hands at his collar. “You can go ahead.”