The fact that Black was chatty was frankly worse than the fact that he was awake, flooding Remus’ mind and body with an acute feeling of exhaustion. Hands to his face, Remus rubbed at his eyes as he turned into the room, hoping that it’d conceal the fact that, at some point this evening, Remus had been high. He certainly no longer was.<br/>“I dunno,” he muttered, blinking into the light with pink eyes, as he moved to his bed. “Late.”<br/>If Black didn’t know the time, Remus wasn’t keen on admitting just how late it was, knowing it would be even harder to explain his late arrival if Black realized just how late it had gotten.<br/>“If you’re awake anyway I’m gonna have a shower,” he instead stated. Avoiding meeting Black’s eye, Remus had bent forward, undoing the laces of his shoes, toeing them off by the door. “The catalogues are in a state; I’m covered in dust.”