Sirius had been incredibly brief, offering almost no context to his mother’s passing beyond the fact that he was relieved by the news.<span style="font-style: italic">Ecstatic</span>might have been a better word, but even now, in the early hours of the morning and several pints later, Remus hesitated to use such harsh words, even to himself, too fond of his own mother to truly feel comfortable sharing the sentiment.<br/>But, while it was far from the evening Remus had expected to have, it had turned out to have been a good time. It was probably what last time should have been - easy, pushing everything aside.<br/>Remus himself had stumbled onto his own bed, folded over forward to undo the laces of his shoes. His knee was at his chest when Remus looked up, a hazy smile at his lips.<br/>“Yeah?” he pressed, straightening his posture.<br/>Better able to push off his shoes, Remus crept further onto the bed, intent on descending it on the opposite side. His attention remained on Sirius, though, glancing at him intermittently, a grin at his lips.<br/>“Do you wanna share a spliff?”