Remus helped pull the cuff of the cardigans over his wrists, letting it slip from his hands and carelessly onto the floor by Sirius’ bedside. It wasn’t exactly high paced, but it did feel significant; Remus almost spoke a praise, the corner of his mouth quirking.<br/>Shifting his weight forward, Remus’ hands found Sirius’ waist, although his touch lingered on the bulk fabric of his sweater. Really, it felt dauntingly similar to the first time they had kissed, pushing him up against the wall of Mulligan’s hallway. It made Remus realize he might have been too brash with his approach yesterday; still, he couldn’t help but tug at the fabric.<br/>“This?” Remus asked, eyes flickering between his own hands and Sirius’ face. “Do you want to take this off?”