Whether or not Sirius trusted him with it, Remus had heard and understood, the chance of posture never intending to be anything but easier. Even when Remus’ left hand found Sirius’ knee, it was nothing but a returned affection, leaning into Sirius’ touch.<br/>“Comfortable?” Remus couldn’t help but press, though the grin had softened the air between them, allowing for greater slack to joke around in. It was the same question again, disguised in a tease that could encompass both Sirius’ physical and psychological comfort.