Even when Sirius reached for him and met the kiss, Remus continued to lean against him. The shift in balance was a question, slow in the way his hand left Sirius’ knee in favour of the mattress, a few inches removed from Sirius’ hip.<br/>Remus’ other found purpose at Sirius’ waist, tentative. Having shed his sweater, the contour of Sirius’ side had shifted, having lost the bulk of the wool. Beneath Remus’ hand, the cotton shirt seemed paper thin, and Remus’ instinctively tightened his grip around Sirius, crumpling the fabric between his fingers.