Sleep had come quickly, but it had come dreamless, and by the time Remus woke up he felt just as knackered as he had when he went to bed. The relief of finding the dorm room empty was overshadowed with an ache deep in the back of his throat, still struck with an overwhelming urge to sick up with regret, made just as uneasy by Black’s absence.<br/>Nothing about their conversation yesterday left Remus feeling<span style="font-style: italic">threatened</span>, certain Black was in an equally compromising situation. What stayed with Remus, a lingering discomfort, was the sudden loss of privacy, the fact that Remus had made that impression on Black far before he had made one academically - and the fact that he hadn’t known that to be the case.<br/>For the life of him, Remus couldn’t think of a time Black had treated him as anything less than his peers, and still Remus felt like their balance had been upturned, leaving him on unsteady ground.<br/>He had been in the middle of packing a bag, standing by his desk and shoving his supplies into his pencil case when the door opened and tension once again got a hold of Remus’ spine.<br/>Hesitantly, he turned, looking at Black over his shoulder.<br/>“Hey,” he greeted with breathless tentativity, feeling uncertain where yesterday had left them.