Remus hummed at the shift, willingly turning further onto his back to accommodate Sirius new proximity. He tried to convince himself the sound had escaped his lips as a reacting to the weight being put onto his tender clavicle, but in reality, he knew it was a reaction to feeling Sirius' cheek against his chest. Despite there being both a layer of cloth and bandages between the other and Remus' scars, he knew he would have had a hard time tolerating his embrace with any other than Sirius.<br/>Not wanting to go down that trail of thought, Remus tightened his grip around Sirius shoulders, moving his hand slightly in small motions.<br/>"Yeah?" he challenged. It surprised him to hear himself sound so pleased by Sirius' words, momentarily flustered by the whole situation. Remus once again became painfully aware of Sirius' state of undress, the feeling of Sirius' bare skin against his hand, and by the impulse to trail his hand further down the other's back in desperate search for some clothing.<br/>With his cheeks heated, Remus forced his hand off of Sirius' skin to instead run it through his hair, needing to place his hand somewhere it wouldn't wander.<br/>Doing his very best to sound more unaffected than he felt, he finally continued. "It's not just an excuse to convince the Order to let you sleep in a couple of day?"