Despite the attempt Remus had made to compose himself, it was past 2 am. and his shirt was wrinkly beyond help. It was unlikely that he’d cross paths with anyone when filtering through campus, and yet he had stopped in the foyer bathrooms to straighten himself out. Remus knew it was psychological, simply a futile effort into reaffirming the line between two realities.<br/>In the mirror, Remus had looked tired but alive, cheeks and lips still flushed from the night.<br/>Hoping to slip into the shower and into bed without waking Black, Remus had shrugged off his coat in the corridor, carrying it draped over his arm. Hand still on the handle, Remus pushed the door open with his shoulder, a stable and steady motion that would prevent the hinges from catching.<br/>Any effort put into being silent immediately went out the window; turning into the light of a still-awake Black’s reading lamp, Remus jumped, a curse escaping him.<br/>“Sorry -” he drew back, voice still too soft given that they were both awake. He cleared his throat, turning his back towards Black to hang his coat on the hook on the door.<br/>When he continued, his voice was more steadfast. “Thought you’d be asleep.”