In the interest of not getting knocked by a stray elbow, Remus straightened his posture, both hands falling idle on Sirius’ knees as the other reached behind him. It left Sirius perfectly in view, fair skin illuminated against the darkness of the window behind him.<br/>While Remus had seen it before, in the late hours of the night when Sirius dressed for bed, there was still such novelty in getting to see Sirius’ let down his hair. Catching the sparse lights in the courtyard, Sirius really was breathtaking, making the juvenile smile falter.<br/>“Good,” Remus replied, his voice small.<br/>Bracing his weight against Sirius’ knees, he leaned into his proximity. Sirius’ words and actions were almost a caricature of seduction; Remus was, quite tragically, perfectly aware of the fact that it<span style="font-style: italic">worked</span>.<br/>“You’re very handsome,” he felt compelled to share, his tone matter-of-factly, although not enough to keep a pleased little grin from reappearing, pulling at the corner of his mouth, charmed.