"Smoking?" Remus asked, barely hearing the question. His eyes had yet again wandered down to Sirius' mouth, and having to draw them back upwards felt almost impossible. "Sometimes, yeah."<br/>There was still an easiness about Remus' smile. The worse nausea provoked by the beers had passed, and the cold air and the cigarette smoke felt almost nostalgic to him. Eventually, Remus' lips parted in another grin. "I'm staying this close to you for a reason."