Leaning back against the frame, Remus’ eyes followed the spliff as Sirius took it and brought it to his lips. In the haze of multiple intoxicants, the image had lost its intimacy, and still Remus watched it with interest.<br/>“Yeah, better than tutoring,” he parroted, a boyish smile pulling at his lips as his gaze flicked upwards to meet Sirius’ eyeline.<br/>Work certainly paid enough that it made sense to keep at it, though the meeker researcher’s pay they got on the doctorate certainly helped him focus his time on his dissertation. It had certainly been different during his masters.<br/>“I did,” Remus eventually added, the delay so large that it betrayed it as being an afterthought.<br/>Drawing one knee up, resting his foot on a ledge on the bricks of the exterior wall, Remus tried to get comfortable on the sill. Despite his hesitancy, his attention remained on Sirius, eyes still mostly on him as he spoke, though his gaze kept flickering off into the darkness.<br/>“Back during my bachelors,” he said and paused again, his attention settling on something on the stone path below their window. “My parents were able to help out with most of my tuition then, so I only worked what made sense.”