Sirius' suggestion effectively managed to overshadow his following comment; Remus seemed too involved in a hesitation for him to even recognize that Sirius had continued.<br/>"Uh," he started, his eyes lingering upon the couch. Inattentively, his right hand found its way to his left elbow, feeling how the tip of his wand pressed against his joint.<br/>"I'd rather not," he eventually answered, softly and almost apologetically, as he once again eyed Sirius. Remus' lips were slightly parted and his brown slightly furrowed, as he considered if it was worth elaborating. "I'm afraid I won't be able to get up again."<br/>An unspoken<span style="font-style: italic">if necessary</span>lingered in his breathy response, but he didn't dare utter it out loud. Remus would rather see that he could sink into the sofa for the rest of the week and not get up until the moon had long passed. Sure, Sirius was right that sitting would relieve a lot of pressure from his joints, but would only make his movements that more painful if he were to get up again; as of now, he'd rather be standing and in moderate pain.