When Remus’ attention returned to Sirius, there was a relieved excitement in his gaze, his eyes bright with interest.<br/>Leaving the club with another man was usually a strained affair, and the burden of awareness usually befell on Remus himself, hyper aware of the way they interacted and the people around them.<br/>Even if Remus had felt himself fall into that same pattern when they had left, it was becoming increasingly apparent that it was, perhaps, not necessary at all, finding that, for the amount of people on the streets, nobody had given them a second thought.<br/>It made Remus stomach flip, a want he didn’t know he had harboured.<br/>“Can I hold your hand?” he asked, the thought only seeming to settle as he was saying it out loud. Remus had never once before having been struck with such an impulse, but now that it had offered itself, it was hard to deny it.