Remus’ eyes immediately darted up to Sirius’, less startled than attentive, a question he didn’t get to speak before Sirius himself had already blurted the answer.<br/>“Good,” he said, but even though Sirius’ hadn’t asked it of him, Remus still withdrew his hands.<br/>Wanting Sirius to be able to settle into the feeling of being touched, Remus’ fingers instead found purpose undoing Sirius’ shirt from the bottom up, slowly and carefully undoing the buttons.<br/>“Keep telling me,” he encouraged, eyes once again flickering up to meet Sirius’ gaze, before looking back down at the task at hand, unable to keep his eyes off of the triangle of skin the shirt revealed. “I want to know.”