__________________________________________________<br/><br/>Remus knew it had been years since he had woken up before Sirius. Though certain that he had slept, it couldn't be more than a handful of hours before his ruined internal clock had forced him not only awake but up. No matter how much Remus had relished the weight of Sirius' arm draped across his chest, the war still had an undeniable hold of him, making his entire body itch out of sheer restlessness.<br/>It had still been dark when Remus had untangled himself from the still-sleeping Sirius and now, after the first proper shower he had had in a month, daylight was only barely breaking off in the horizon. Knowing Sirius had been asleep when he left him, Remus had allowed himself to linger. He had wound that needed attention, especially now in proper sanitary conditions, though he did all of this blindly, not yet ready to face his own reflection in the mirror.<br/>It was by the time the condensation on the mirror started to clear up that he finally pushed the bathroom door up. He was dressed in fresh pajama pants, his torso bare and spotted with pink, freshly cleaned cuts scattered between his scars.<br/>Though Remus realized it was nothing short of silly, a wave of unfiltered relief washed over him at the sight that met him - the fact that Sirius was still there. It made is heart flutter, and despite the risk of waking Sirius if he attempted to rejoin him in bed, Remus stepped out of the bathroom regardless, figuring they could both catch up on sleep another night.