Remus exhaled under the gentle pressure Sirius put around his waist, as if Sirius' touch had managed to undo a pinched nerve somewhere. He lazily wrapped his right arm around Sirius' neck. In doing so, the soreness had transplanted from his spine to his shoulder, making him hum in a slight discomfort.<br/>"Well enough," he answered, partially truthful and not wanting to acknowledge the stiffness of his joint. It was all a matter of perspective, he figured, and there were people who were in far worse situations than he was.<br/>Thank you," he breathed, leaning in in order to barely grace Sirius' temple with his lips, in a kiss that barely could be called platonic. Moments after, Remus attempted retrieved his arm.