When Remus heard the realisation in Sirius' voice he shifted, shifting his shoulders further away from Sirius' to better meet the other's eye line.<br/>"Yeah," he just answered on an exhale. Remus had essentially lived with Sirius for the formative 7 years of his life, and having to adjust to living on his own had been hellish. They had often enough spent the nights on each other's couches, and though Remus didn't dare suggest Sirius to permanently share his bed, he wanted to say just how much he missed hearing Sirius' breathing when falling asleep.<br/>"Why not? I miss the dorm," he argued gently, well aware of the answer to that question being<span style="font-style: italic">because Dumbledore told us not to</span>; Remus couldn't get himself to care, not after having spent a month and a full moon on a damp campside, feeling more alone than ever.<br/>This memory was still raking through his mind, making the fresh scar tissue by his neck itch; needing a distraction, Remus' hand found the crook of Sirius' neck, fingers pushing into Sirius' hair. "I miss having you around."