Remus’ eyes were on the shirt in his hand, having done up a few odd buttons back when he had first folded it, but his attention was unmistakably on Black, too-aware of how he filled the room.<br/>It made Remus do a double take, glancing over at him. This time, his gaze dipped to the two mugs in Black’s hands; the offer for tea seemed like it had been years ago.<br/>“Sorry, hang on,” Remus asked of Black, eyes back onto his shirt as he unpicked the row of buttons, finally able to pull it on.<br/>More at ease as soon as fabric covered his shoulders, Remus took a step away from his bed towards Black, actually quite excited to end the night with a cuppa. Some of it must have showed, a juvenile little smile somewhere in his expression as he reached for a mug, either one.<br/>“Are they the same?” he asked, not wanting to assume Black hadn’t made one for his liking.