Despite having only just justified to himself Black’s choice of blond hair, the notion of Black done up with his own hair made something within Remus flip, once again drawing his gaze off Black’s eyes, intrigued.<br/>He caught himself in gawking, clumsily turning to look at the bartender over his shoulder and instinctively pushing himself off the counter to make space for Black’s several drinks. For a moment, Remus felt disoriented, the name<span style="font-style: italic">Puppy</span>piquing his curiosity enough for his attention to follow the bartender, as though it was he who held the explanation.<br/>Remus was violently brought back to reality when the bartender moved down the bar to serve the man Remus was here to see.<br/>“Listen, I won't keep you,” he spoke to thin air, only turning to look at Black once the words left his lips. There was still a smile to his lips, but his mind was elsewhere, needing to shift his pace. Speaking with Black, even like this, was dangerously familiar, and Remus felt the need to draw back within himself.<br/>“I’ll have to catch a show another time,” he said, nodding vaguely towards the patrons behind him, already taking a step away from Black.<br/>For a moment, Remus dropped his guard enough to once again flash Sirius a genuine, sheepish smile. “I’ll see you back home, yeah?”