_________________________<br/><br/>There really wasn't a way of getting around the intimacy of it all. It was the fleeting touches as they crossed an empty street, and the grins when Remus had fumbled with the keys to the street-level entrance door. Remus hadn't been able to help himself, and had kissed Sirius in the darkness of the entryway when they had slipped inside the building.<br/>It was only when the old springs managed to slam the heavy door shut that Remus leaned out of the kiss. His hands lingered on Sirius' hips for another long moment, before taking a backwards step out of the proximity of the kiss.<br/>It was clear in every single one of Remus' mannerism that he had relaxed into Sirius' company. He was grinning as he glanced back at Sirius, face flushed both with intoxication and what had almost started to feel like a permanent blush.<br/>"Come on," Remus urged, pressing the light switch that turned on the lights in the stairwell, before climbing the first steps upwards.<br/>Remus was once again struck with the intimacy of it all. It was painfully difficult remembering and distinguishing every single nuance of the nature of their relationship. Even though they were headed to their shared flat, it still felt like Remus was inviting Sirius home with him.<br/>Once Remus reached the first landing, he had turned to look at Sirius, inattentively waiting for him to catch up. For a moment, Remus considered it, finding himself actually having to think about what was to happen once they reached the door to their flat.<br/>"Don't loose your balance," Remus grinned, offering Sirius his hand for support. It was a poor attempt to convince himself that Sirius was drunk; that it wasn't a matter of whether or not Remus wanted to sleep with Sirius, it was simply irresponsible to even consider it an option.<br/>"Can't drive you to the emergency room if you do."