______________________________________________<br/><br/>As Remus resettled in bed, he laid himself face down on the mattress next to Sirius. The world had yet again started to become fuzzy at the edges, finding that, curtains drawn in the small bedroom, any sense of time of day had quickly slipped through his fingers.<br/>In an attempt to remain in touch with reality, Remus shifted enough to drape an arm across Sirius' midriff, hand resettling itself at his hip.<br/>Even with his eyes fluttering closed, Remus found that the feeling of Sirius beneath his hand had quickly become a familiar one. Unable to help himself, Remus' hand moved, trailing up the length of Sirius' side, enjoying the familiarity of the contour.<br/>With a little sound, Remus' grip tightened, using it to steady himself as he inched closer.<br/>"Sirius," he muttered, finally having the breath to properly utter the other's name. Blindly, Remus buried his face where Sirius' bicep met the mattress. Once there, he found that he didn't have much to say. He sighed against Sirius' skin, content.