Remus exhaled in a pensive hum, trying to gather his thoughts around Sirius' words. He was teetering on the verge of sleep, and in a brief instance, with his lungs emptied of air, he considered whether or not sleep was more valuable to him than this distraction.<br/>"I don't know," he answered, his voice sounding so far off away that he almost didn't recognized it. As he finally inhaled, he shifted his position slightly, effectively creating more space between his brow and Sirius' neck. With his cheek still resting on the other's shoulder, Remus opened his eyes. "I feel like an old man; I'm not sure if I even remember Harry's birth."<br/>His words were exaggerated, Remus realized that as soon as he said them out loud, but the exaggeration carried some truth. The last year felt like it had lasted an impossible amount of time.