Despite the sincerity of the invitation, Remus still felt hesitant to stay. While he had arrived back to the dorm with a mind occupied with comments and encouragements Mulligan had offered, Remus felt like he had lost grip of that train of thought, lost his footing in this conversation entirely.<br/>“Uh,” he dragged, glancing behind him to take a sideways seat on his desk chair, shoulder bumping against the backrest. Remus was still hesitant to stay beyond the point James’ return, the seat he took neither fully here nor there.<br/>“Yeah, maybe,” he eventually admitted, a crooked smile pulling at his lips. It really was hard not to want to share this with Sirius, even though the visual that met Remus was anything but academic.<br/>“He wanted to encourage me to reach out for a proper mentoring program next semester,” Remus elaborated. It wasn’t that he hadn’t found Sirius’ tutoring exceptionally valuable, but the thought of this dissertation properly getting a foothold in reality made Remus a little dizzy, and his smile a little hazy. “He might know someone in radio astronomy.”