The chill of the new year had done some to counter the flush of Remus cheeks, but when Sirius met him outside, the hem of his dress visible beneath the winter coat Remus had seen him in so many times before, anticipation pooled in the pit of Remus’ stomach all over again. It had spilled out of Remus with a giddy breath, a laugh that never took form.<br/>Leaving the bar had been remarkably easy. Although Remus had often before left the bar with someone, it was a rare thing that they both knew where they were headed, instinctively. Remus hadn’t been able to stop glancing over at Sirius as they walked.<br/>Around them, the streets leading from the city centre to campus were growing increasingly populated, every now and then a few odd students crossing their way. Barely past midnight, friends and couples filtered through the streets, either heading home or to another bar.<br/>After the third group that came and went, a flutter of realisation sent a thrill down Remus’ spine. He turned his head to watch them disappear into the night.<br/>“I don’t think they realise,” he said with a growing sense of expectation, breaking the silence that had fallen over them.