Remus’ touch was a soft one, the way his fingers trailed a few inches up the underside of Sirius’ upper arm, a gentle invitation for Sirius to reach for him. While Remus doubted Sirius was going to be able to shake his nervousness entirely, it was in their shared interest to dispel the air of hesitancy that hung between them, wanting Sirius to feel welcome to touch him.<br/>As Remus instead reached for Sirius’ waist, it felt propelled by muscle memory, finding that the memory of yesterday still remained at the forefront of his consciousness. It made it so easy to bridge the gap between them.<br/>Although it had been plenty established that today their proximity carried a purpose, the kiss Remus pressed onto Sirius’ lips wasn’t a demand for more, no urgency behind his touch.