Remus was deep beneath the heavy duvet by the time Sirius came around to answer him; he watched him with his head on a pillow and his eyelids heavy.<br/>Had it been any other day, the sight of Sirius first undressing and then approaching the bed would have felt so intimate that Remus would have objected, swallowed his own request, cheeks flushed hoping Sirius didn't notice how just the sight of him had made the hairs on Remus' neck stand. Had Remus been smarter, he would have told himself that Sirius had been sharing his bed after a moon for years. Had Remus been bolder, he would have cussed Sirius out, telling him to either put some clothes back on or to finish undressing.<br/>Neither reaction happened as the lulling sensation of the gentle pressure of his blankets washed away any reaction Remus might have had.