When Sirius loosened his grip around Remus, he too moved away. Taking a step backwards and out of the intimacy of the embrace, Remus' hands brushed against Sirius' neck as he withdrew them fully from the other's hair. Once at a distance, Remus thoughtlessly turned to glance around the alley, needing to once again ground himself in reality.<br/>There was an easiness about his movements, not appearing to be too aught up by the sudden distance between them. Above all, Remus seemed in a good mood, as his eyes darted back to Sirius, flush and a wide smile till on his features. "Yeah."<br/>Remus' voice was genuine and airy, feeling almost electric at the prospect of going to a gay bar. The soft tingle of the kiss still on his lips mixed with the lingering warmth of the joint he had smoked hours earlier, and Remus felt good, especially in Sirius' company.<br/>Only barely did Remus register the fumble of Sirius' words; thought he noticed enough to comment on it, his expression or tone barely changed, not taking into consideration that Sirius' hesitation might have stemmed from discomfort. "Why - are you not?"