______<br/><br/>Remus felt like he had barely blinked off before the alarm clock lurched him awake. The room still felt disjointed from reality, or else Remus from the room, and if he had managed to sober up even a little more, he would have found it distasterous that he was still high. For now, its felt rather humourous, having stolen a glance and a sheepish grin in Sirius’ direction, having sworn the other was up before he stole off to the bathroom for a shower.<br/>Having felt quite certain Sirius would come interrupt him at some point to use the facilities himself, Remus had blinked off under the shower stream, until the silence felt inconspicuously long.<br/>Turning off the shower without prompt, Remus was quick to dress himself in the necessities in the shower, peering out of the room with his shirt barely on, only to find the hour to be a bit to eight and Sirius still fast asleep.<br/>With a touch that was only feasible in Remus’ brain because of the hug they had shared, Remus gripped Sirius’ shoulder, shaking him awake.<br/>“Sirius, wake up,” he hurried, helplessly unable to keep the laugh out of his voice.<br/>His hands found his shirt, still leaning over Sirius’ as he started doing up his buttons. Glancing off towards the clock, he let out a huff of genuine desperation, drowned out by a chuckle at their own misery. “We’re gonna be late.”