Remus nodded slowly at that, mulling the words over. They made sense, in an abstract way. It offered little as far as actionable advice that might streamline the progression of his thesis, but perhaps it has been intended more as a reassurance than as advice.<br/>“Right.”<br/>A slow forming furrow had gained hold between his brows; within seconds it cleared, replaced by a little smile.<br/>“That’s not very helpful,” he admitted, relaxing back into this chair. The smile remained, a testament of just how impossible a task they had taken on.<br/>He fiddled with his pen, turning it between his fingers. His attention remained on Black, but his gaze had clouded, still processing the response he had gotten.<br/>“Blind faith, yeah?” he attempted with a lopsided smile, a less poetic interpretation of what Black had tried to put into words.