The kiss to his shoulder, however brief it might have been, still sent a shudder down Remus' spine. Now fully exposed to the chill air of the old appartment, his skin was rapidly cooling but had remained tender and sensitive. The shiver, in turn, made the hairs on his neck stand.<br/>As if Sirius' words served as a reminder to stop picking at his eyes, his hands fell, turning towards Sirius, half blind as his eyes readjusted to the dim light.<br/>"Yeah," he eventually answered. Though his eyes were puffy and red as a result of the rub, Remus smile was easy and honest. "I'm alright."<br/>Wanting to dismantle any possible worries in the back of Sirius' mind - that Sirius might refrain from touching Remus in fear of it being unwelcomed - Remus' hand moved from his own lap to Sirius'.<br/>Fingers curling around Sirius' upper thigh, Remus gave the pliable skin a squeeze.<br/>The smile remained on his lips with an almost drowsy ease, though, at some point, that must have turned into a coy act. "I'd like that, though. You should come."