Remus had stepped inside to remove his coat, his attention diverted from Sirius. The praise the other bestowed on himself, however, made quick work of recapturing Remus’ interest and gaze. Looking back at Sirius, a grin pulled at Remus’ lips.<br/>“Yeah?” Remus encouraged, a smile to his voice. Sirius certainly looked rather spectacular done up, that much Remus had already gotten to witness.<br/>“Maybe I ought to make a priority,” he hypothesized, the unmistakable promise in his gaze washed away as he turned to hang up his coat on the hanger.<br/>He didn’t even think twice about changing the subject.<br/>“Are you having a shower?” he asked, entirely removed from what they had been talking about. He didn’t wait to answer, considering it a given that Sirius would want to shower off the night, too.<br/>When he looked at Sirius, the ease of being back in their own flat had settled over his shoulders, some of the tightness gone from his shoulders. “Do you mind if I go first?”