When Sirius had offered to brew a cuppa for them both, he had failed to consider the fact that he would also have to transport said cups back to the dorm by himself.<br/>He had been relieved when his soft knock on their door was loud enough for Remus to hear him, a relief that was quickly washed away by sense of embarrassment, a soft heat reaching his cheeks.<br/>Remus was shirtless still, having clearly just exited his shower and having not managed to get entirely into his pyjamas just yet. Nothing on earth could have prepared Sirius for the light spots of vitiligo that so defined Remus’ chest, making the dark purple hickeys stand out starker against the lighter skin.<br/>“Hey,” he managed, a slight breathlessness in his voice as he made his way to his desk to put down the cups.