it was undeniable that Sirius felt his nerves skyrocket the second he sensed that Remus entered the kitchen fully. He<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>noticed that Remus had seemed to loiter in the doorway and he had had no idea what to make of that. In fact, he really had no  idea what to make of any of it, but he figured that the least he could do was to make some polite conversation with his flatmate. That was what they were and that was probably for the better.<br/>“Yeah?” He asked, having a fairly good idea why Remus had been close to oversleeping, but found that it was probably better if he didn’t address that. They didn’t need the extra stress on their interaction with each other, so instead Sirius just finally dried off his hands and turned to look at Remus.<br/>It was just as overwhelming as he thought that it would be.<br/>Remus looked absolutely wrecked and while Sirius knew that a lot of it was the hangover and the lack of sleep, he knew that he had been a large part of it himself and that was a dangerous thing to know. It wasn’t like Sirius himself was in a much better shape, having gone to bed immediately after Remus had left him, but had been unable to find rest.<br/>He was certain that he looked like hell.<br/>“Was it at least worth it to drag yourself to school then?”