___<br/><br/>It wasn’t often Remus was engaged for an entire night, and fewer yet were the mornings where he opted to swing by to get some food. Usually, he would rush back home, hoping to make it to bed for an hour or two before his dormmate rose, only to subsequently spend the entire day spent and jetlagged. Now, knowing that Black<span style="font-style: italic">knew</span>, Remus was less in a rush to make up a justification for spending the day in bed.<br/>He had taken a seat in the dining hall, quietly having his breakfast, still settling back into himself as he nursed the second cup of tea out of the pot he had brought with him to the table.<br/>He hadn’t changed his clothes from the night, and the hall around him was still only sparsely populated, he once again felt reassured by his approach, his shirt and slacks rumpled but otherwise entirely anonymous and appropriate. He felt quietly reassured no one would even spare them a second thought.<br/>That was, unless perhaps Black. Remus’ gaze had unfocused only to resettle at an approaching silhouette; as soon as his mind caught up to him, a sheepish smile pulled at this lips, less sure that Black wouldn’t be able to piece things together. Surprisingly, Remus didn’t mind, although he obscured his smile with the rim of his cup.<br/>“Morning,” he greeted into the china, drowning the grin with a sip.