Remus had seen Sirius receive their food, giving him a couple of seconds to refocus his attention on reality. He had, to his own surprise, gotten comfortable, feeling like he was back under his duvet and a heavy blanket.<br/>When he shifted, however, a pain shot through his side, from what conceivably was a bruised rib. The inhale he took was, subsequently, shaky, finding it straining to draw a full breath.<br/>Regardless of the sudden sense of discomfort, a gentle smile still appeared onto his lips when Sirius addressed him.<br/>Wanting nothing more than to head back, Remus didn't offer a reply. Instead, he stepped closer to the other. Timidly but without an air of hesitation, Remus picked the plastic bag out of Sirius' grip. Shifting it from one hand to another, this allowed Remus to take Sirius' hand in his.<br/>The gesture was silly, and the weight of the bag almost made Remus go lopsided, yet he didn't allow either of them to linger at the tenderness of the moment. Barely having looked Sirius in the eye throughout the exchange, Remus started walking them in the direction of his apartment, gloved hand still gripping Sirius'.