It was hard to articulate why that seemed to catch Remus so genuinely by surprise. He knew they had talked about having dinner together, but they had spoken in such easy jokes that Remus felt overwhelmed by the fact that Sirius hadn't just fed himself and gone on with his evening.<br/>Remus was left with a soft, flustered expression, lips parted in surprise.<br/>"Yeah," he stuttered out, willing to eat anything that was offered to him; Remus would have expected Sirius to know that. The tenderness seeping into Sirius' voice, however, made Remus skin flush. "Thanks."<br/>Properly straightening his posture, Remus sat up, swinging his legs off of the cushions to make room for Sirius. It didn't help to stop the room from spinning, feeling lightheaded by the prospect of spending time with Sirius like this.<br/>He shifted to the edge of the seat, too much in a fog to properly be helpful in setting the table. His eyes instead shifted to Sirius, once again overwhelmed by the fact that Sirius could still look so beautiful after such a day.<br/>"What time is it?" he gently asked, wanting to get a sense of how long he had slept - and maybe, perhaps, how long Sirius had gone hungry waiting for Remus to wake up.