It was so readily apparent how they had riled up a tone to match James' boyish comments; much more so, when James exited the conversation, and Remus and Sirius had to face the consequences of the energy they had created.<br/>They had both done their part in deflecting, forcing the focus off of them and instead into general, broader statements. That, however, meant that Sirius felt miles apart from Remus, unsure if there was ever a series of words that could bring them back to the giddy excitement of the kiss.<br/>Remus allowed James to leave without further objections, though he found himself looking after the other as he disappeared out of the kitchen.<br/>James' absence had made Remus realize they stood as the mirrored image of when Remus first entered the flat; Sirius casually against the counter, Remus lingering dangerously close to the doorway and having a hard time justifying his presence.<br/>"We can figure it out later," Remus finally spoke, voice meek, no longer sure which way to approach the conversation. "I'm too tired to think about dinner."<br/>It took a moment before his eyes once again found Sirius, a careful, flushed smile at his lips. "But I will say, I for one am not afraid of your cooking. "