It was hard to interpret what Sirius wanted of Remus, making it that much more obvious that Remus was pointlessly loitering at the doorway. Sirius was clearly scrubbing grease off of his hands, and so, the fact that he had yet to look at him felt somewhat justified, even though it made Remus feel uneasy.<br/>At the bare minimum, Sirius had entertained Remus' meeker attempt of a conversation, and so, Remus felt at least obligated to reply.<br/>"It was okay," Remus replied, knowing they would be perfectly capable of ending the interaction there.<br/>It created a pause as Remus considered just leaving. He desperately wanted to sleep the physical and emotional tension off but, in that moment, it felt just as violently leaving Sirius now as it had last night.<br/>So, with movements that were more timid than the boldness of the decision, Remus entered the kitchen, pulling out the chair from under the table. This hadn't felt necessary, but what did was letting Sirius know not only that he was seating himself, but that he no longer stood blocking the only exit out - if it were to come to that.<br/>"I guess. I almost overslept," Remus added, a careful smile to his voice as he sat himself by the table. Sirius' back remained in his sight, nervously picking at his fingers at the prospect of Sirius turning around to face him.<br/>There wasn't any infliction in Remus voice, not wanting to pretend he couldn't remember what had happened, but he didn't know how to address it either. Sirius hadn't offered his take on it all, but if Sirius wanted nothing to do with him, Remus didn't want to force it.