Remus’ eyes skimmed over Sirius’ features, more often finding the other’s lips rather than his eyes, the short distance making eye contact difficult to sustain. Sirius was more beautiful than Remus had ever seen him, high points flushed and lips bruised and pink, and though both were a product of kisses they had shared, Remus didn’t move to chase another. It didn’t even cross his mind as a possibility, knowing well that wasn’t what this was.<br/>“Good,” he instead smiled, his gaze meeting Sirius’. “Me too.”<br/>It barely constituted a conversation, but feeling quietly reassured on the terms they had left things on, Remus turned onto his back, one shoulder balancing precariously off of the mattress. In doing so, he disentangled their legs, a prelude to leaving the bed entirely. Craning his neck, he was able to look across to his own desk to his clock, confirming it was just past dinnertime. “Do you wanna head out for tea, then?”