Sirius was still trying to come back into himself, having felt grateful for the offer of the cigarette, as it left him with something other than Remus to focus on.<br/>Now that it was almost gone, it left Sirius with the realisation that he felt good; really good.<br/>There was none of the usual panic that usually followed the act for him, feeling as if this was<span style="font-style: italic">right</span>somehow, yet he was still utterly unable to put his finger on exactly what it was that made Remus so different to him.<br/>It took Remus speaking for him to look at him, feeling a little shy in his nudity now that it no longer served a purpose, but the continued caress eased his nerves some, once again reminded that Remus seemed to genuinely care for him and how he felt about whatever this was.<br/>“Good,” was all he really had to offer, as he reached up to put the cigarette out in the ashtray on Remus’ nightstand, starting to feel fiddly now that the reality was once again dawning on him.<br/>“It was good,” he found himself adding, finding himself wanting to be open with Remus, even if he still found himself hopelessly lost on how to actually talk about these things.