Remus had really just meant to rinse off before supper, but sharing the space with Sirius inevitably made it compelling to linger, the modestly sized dormitory shower quickly heating up even despite the December chill that clung to the tile.<br/>He hadn’t asked for permission to do so, but Remus had found it to be almost a matter of course to reach for Sirius. Brushing his soapy palm across Sirius’ chest, Remus carefully washed the fine layer of sweat off of Sirius’ skin. Even as Remus’ thumb brushed across tattooed skin, interested in seeing the ink peer forth between white suds, the touch was kind and so devout of ulterior motives to the point of being almost familiar.<br/>“What do you make of it, then?” Remus had to ask, too curious to be bashful about the topic, eyes darting up to briefly meet Sirius’, a well-meaning but undoubtedly boyish smile pulling at his lips. It felt like they were only here, together, due to a few whiplash decisions on Sirius’ part, and Remus wanted to know if Sirius was at ease with the decision he had made.