Remus pushed the door open, lingering in the doorway with a hand on the frame. Now standing in front of Sirius, Remus struggled to put into words what had brought him here; Remus was well aware of the fact that Sirius had gone out of his way to help him out, and while Remus knew that deserved to be recognized, he found himself overwhelmed by the kindness.<br/>"Did -" he started, but a small twitch between his brows showed that he wouldn't see that thought to an end. Instead, he straightened his posture slightly, loosening his grip around the door frame. "Were you in my room?"<br/>While Remus' words rang harsh, nothing about his expression supported that, the frown and his features completely softened. Finally allowing himself to properly meet Sirius' eye, Remus felt weirdly vulnerable. He was running on too little sleep, Sirius' gesture felt so overwhelmingly and undeservingly nice that he might cry; desperately not wanting to do so, Remus felt safer underplaying just how big of an impact the built bed had had on him.