Despite the fact that Sirius had literally just been on Remus’ lap with his tongue down his throat, he suddenly found himself overwhelmed with the prospect of his colleagues getting to actually know what Remus looked like and how he was. It seemed so overwhelming, especially because Sirius knew that there were going to be questions about him and who he was, especially who he was in relation to Sirius, and that was just a question that he simply couldn’t answer.<br/>“Alright,” he muttered, for a brief moment fearing that Remus would run off, even if it hardly made any sense. By the end of the evening, they were inevitably going to end up going home together and even if Sirius doubted that that was going to mean anything other than just them going to their separate rooms, it still felt thrilling to know that that was the fact.<br/>Just as he was getting caught up in his own stream of consciousness, trying to figure out what he even thought about the entire thing, he heard snickering coming from behind him. He turned around to see some of his colleagues, clearly discussing what he was up to and who Remus was.<br/>In lieu of an answer, Sirius simply made a hand gesture of cutting his throat, absolutely refusing to talk about it right now. Or possibly ever.