Remus couldn't properly articulate why he thought Sirius was in the shower, and still it managed to take him aback. With James attending uni too, Remus almost expected them to have identical schedules.<br/>"Hi," Remus repeated, more steadfastly now that he realized here was someone at the other end of the conversation.<br/>Lingering in the entryway long enough to shrug off both his bookbag and jacket, Remus finally took the decision to properly greet Sirius.<br/>Remus was both exhausted and hungover, but the regret that filled him stemmed solely from having refused Sirius an honest answer or explanation. While Remus had no intention of offering it now, either, he still peered into the kitchen, not wanting to fall back into an old habit of avoiding even looking Sirius in the eye.<br/>Remus found him at the sink, back turned against him and for a split second, Remus mind understood that as an intentional rejection. It made him hesitate in his stance, resisting the instinct to properly entering. Only then did he notice the oil stains on Sirius' trousers.<br/>"Have you been at work?"<br/>The way Remus sounded surprised by the revelation made him sound like he had cut himself off. In reality, Remus didn't know what to say to Sirius, at least not when he was unable to read his expression. It was hard telling whether or not Sirius rather wanted him gone. "Didn't hear you when I left."