Remus didn't have any alcohol to blame, yet he found that he sought Sirius' proximity as they ventured out of the alley. Leaning close enough to the other for their shoulders to brush every couple of steps, Remus turned to meet look at Sirius, blindly trusting that Sirius knew which way to go.<br/>"How<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>work?" he asked, genuine interest in his voice despite the almost phony frasing. There was still a shadow of a smile on his lips. "Feels like its been a while since I've found oily handprints around the flat."