Remus could almost see the words tangling up on Sirius’ tongue, but he was in no rush, and as Sirius took a moment to reply, Remus had also brushed his hand across Sirius’ other shoulder. He was still looking at his work, but the way his smile widened, soft and satisfied, was proof that he had, in fact, heard Sirius.<br/>“Have you had to rush through it before?” he asked, a gentle curiosity. Having exhausted the planes of skin he felt like he could reasonably explore, he took half a step back, withdrawing his hands from Sirius to reach for another bit of soap.<br/>Lathering it in his hands, thoughtlessly, his eyes found Sirius again before brushing the suds across his own chest. “I get that that can take the fun out of it.”