The way their bedroom sets were mirrored purposefully had their desk placed completely out of the other’s view, allowing for little distractions when seated at them. The same hadn’t been possible for the placement of their beds.<br/>The timing of their evening was once again off. While Remus could reasonably linger in the bathroom, little could be done to avoid getting into bed; certainly nothing that would entertain Remus for as long as it took Black to ready himself for the night.<br/>Crawling beneath the covers, Remus relaxed into bed the same moment Black drew off his vest, revealing an unexpected spattering of ink against pale skin - or what little showed of it. It stopped Remus’ shoulders from fully easing into pillows, caught off guard.<br/>Remus wasn’t a stranger to tattoos, and yet Black’s was nothing like what he had ever seen. Sirius Black was the epitome of being<span style="font-style: italic">proper</span>, in his crisp shirts and neat buns, and though this revelation felt completely out of left field, the quality and planning of the ink was perfectly in line with what Remus had come to expect.<br/>Despite the evening Remus had had, he felt uncomfortably matronly, tucked in bed with Black undressing too-perfectly in his line of sight. He, however, found it hard not to.<br/>“That happens,” he muttered, too-late for it to be coherent; he hadn’t even wanted to answer, though he felt like it justified his persistent attention. He wasn’t gawking, they were having a conversation.