"Are you hungry?" Remus asked against Sirius' skin, barely present. Over the course of the last moth, Remus' meals had been irregular both in size and frequency, but he found that his sleep had been even more so. Now, lying here, Remus knew he should be starving yet the softness of the embrace made sleep a much more tempting option.<br/>In an attempt to keep himself from slipping into unconsciousness, he brushed his hand gently across Sirius' chest. More than anything it was a thoughtless caress, the movement repeating itself every couple of seconds.<br/>"I don't have any food," he eventually noted, eyes barely flickering open. Remus had so whole heartedly indulged in Sirius' presence that he struggled with placing his arrival as just being yesterday. The flat had laid deserted for weeks, and even before that, Remus barely kept food in the house.<br/>Though Sirius had yet to answer, Remus found that, the longer he managed to keep himself awake, the more rhetorical the question had become. With an exhale, he forced himself to sit up.<br/>The movement was unsteady, vision blackening at the edges, serving as a testament to how hungry he, too, must have been. The change in position leaving Sirius out of reach, Remus instead rubbed at his eyes in an attempt to get the world back into focus. "I'll go get some."