The bump of Sirius’ shoulder against his own made Remus grin, caught in the juvenile air of it all, hardly even remembering if he had ever staggered home with someone like this before; certainly not ever<span style="font-style: italic">home</span>.<br/>“Yeah,” Remus answered with a grin but without apprehension, the easiest thing he had yet to do tonight.<br/>Even through the wool of Sirius’ coat, Remus felt the firm edge of the corset beneath his fingers, a firm reminder of what Sirius was wearing underneath. It was, however, a quite different thought that overcame Remus, the alcohol shortening the distance between thought and words.<br/>“You always are.”