“Good,” Remus parroted, some of the hesitant tension easing from his shoulders, allowing himself to be pulled closer.<br/>Closing the distance, Remus brushed a kiss to the corner of Sirius’ mouth, then one on his jaw, chaste and juvenile, constantly chasing to bridge the space between them. The kisses were assurances, a trailed caress for when he sat back as far at Sirius’ arms around his neck allowed him.<br/>“Any new insights?” he asked, noticeably more relaxed after Sirius’ confirmation.<br/>It allowed his gaze to drift more freely, once again struck with the feeling that he could see a shadow of ink beneath Sirius’ dress shirt. Remus was every now and then reminded, catching a flash of bare skin when Sirius was dressing, but the memory itself never strayed far from Remus’ consciousness.<br/>Tugging a bit at the fabric of Sirius’ shirt, a silly attempt to straighten it out, Remus’ eyes darted back up to meet Sirius’. “Wanna take this off?”