There was something quite unnerving about being addressed by his given name by a stranger - much more so when Remus hadn’t even been introduced as<span style="font-style: italic">Remus</span>at all. It felt too intimate in a way that was uncomfortable, as though Black had lurched their meeker acquaintanceship weeks ahead with a single greeting.<br/>Regardless, Remus stepped fully into the room.<br/>“Hello,” he responded with the intention of being civil despite already feeling tightly wound with exhaustion. He glanced over at Black, willing a smile to his lips. It almost left his lips again upon finding him lounged on his bed. He had expected his entrance to be clumsy, but he had much preferred getting to explore the room without an audience.<br/>Remus did close the door behind him, though, casting an aimless glance around the room before deciding to pocket his keys rather than to toss them somewhere unfamiliar. Though he hadn’t paid it any real attention when it was first mentioned, he suddenly remembered Black speaking as though he had been in this room for years already, immediately visible in the stark difference between the two halves of the room.<br/>“Sirius, was it?” he reluctantly offered, no longer looking at Black as he spoke, crossing the room to rest his suitcase on the bare bed.