However much Sirius' answers made Remus' heart rate quicken, it didn't take much to hear how clouded the response had been. Wanting to at least give Sirius an honest chance to phrase an honest answer, Remus pulled back in an exhale.<br/>His hand untangled itself from Sirius' hair, and, as he took a step back, his eyes dipped to the cigarette still held between his knuckles. The paper had bent against his joint as it had pressed through Sirius' hair; thoughtlessly, Remus rolled it between his fingers in an attempt to straighten the creases.<br/>"What do you want to do?" he rephrased, his eyes once again finding Sirius' in the same movement as he put the cigarette to his mouth. Despite the cigarette at his lips, a smile slowly grew upon his lips. Blindly, he stuck his hand in his coat pocket in search for his lighter.