Remus didn’t realize he had tensed up until he suddenly wasn’t, Sirius’ dismissal quick to untie an anxious knot that had formed in the pit of his stomach.<br/>“Right,” he repeated; this time around, his voice carried a relieved little laugh as a sheepish smile pulled at his lips. Having expected the worst, made the fact that Sirius was speaking of nothing more than a bad lay feel a little humorous in contrast. It certainly felt easier to live with.<br/>Perhaps foolishly expecting Sirius to have said his piece, Remus’ restless energy displaced itself into motion, drawing his chair closer to the table once more.<br/>“Well, I’m sorry to hear that, too,” Remus offered his condolences with the ease of someone who did it for a living.<br/>The grin he sent Sirius, however, was nothing short of familiar, an invitation that stretched beyond being professionally courteous. “If you ever feel like giving it another go, let me know, yeah?”