While Black had probably approached him perfectly in sight, Remus still startled when being addressed, mind entirely elsewhere. The immediate panic in his expression gave way for a sheepish little smile, feeling oddly figured out by Black, and still not sure how to handle himself in that space.<br/>“Yeah, I did,” he confirmed before taking another drag, looking at Black overtop the blaze of the embers as he inhaled.<br/>Black looked a mess, more so than Remus had ever yet to see him. Goaded by the change of perspective between them, Remus allowed himself to look him over, intrigued. When his eyes reached Black’s hands, he shifted, almost thoughtlessly. Leaving the cigarette between his lips, Remus stretched his right leg out in front of him, rolling onto his hip to retrieve his matchbox from his pocket.<br/>“Here,” he offered, picking the cigarette from between his lips.<br/>He exhaled the smoke, shifting forwards onto the edge of the step. Expertly balancing both his own lit cigarette and matchbox in one hand, Remus picked out a match to strike.