Sirius had just gotten home from work, still covered mostly in oil and grease. His hair was tied up in a messy bun from which several strands had gotten loose, an obvious sign that he had had the bun for the entire day. He turned to look at Remus, who sounded like it was a matter of life or death to get that bed frame upstairs, which made him smile softly.<br/>"Sure, if you give me a sec then I will go wash my hands real quick," he said, flashing his very dirty hands at Remus. He didn't want to make a mess of Remus' bed frame after all, so he went to the washroom to try and get the oil and grease off. He knew that it was nigh impossible to actually get it all off, but he should be able to at least get most of it off, so as to not make too much of a mess.