Having hurried to shower, Remus hadn’t brought his usual change of clothes with him into the bathroom. When he had peered out, Remus had felt some relief seeing that Black had yet to return, though any bashfulness should probably feel pointless. Even the sheer fact that Black knew how Remus had spent the night ought to be considered more intimate than watching him dress after a shower.<br/>Remus had been midway through dressing when a soft thud was heard on the door, making him shift almost instinctively, acutely aware of the late hour of the night and the fact that they had neighbours on either side.<br/>Taking a step towards the door, Remus reached for the knob, opening the door without looking to confirm it to be Black. He was shirtless, his pajama shirt still in his hand.<br/>“Hey,” he greeted with a glance, an easy breathlessness about his voice as he returned to his bedside.