Remus had once again raised the cigarette to his lips, his inhale becoming shaky with a suppressed chuckle. Sirius looked glassy eyed and drunk, and in the back of his mind, Remus registered that having a hold on him might not have been a bad idea, if the other threatened to stumble.<br/>"Yeah," Remus said through the smoke as he exhaled. He made some effort to exhale away from Sirius, but his eyes lingered with interest on his hand around Sirius' jacket. Thoughtlessly, his hand once again trailed the length of the lapel, once again finding itself around Sirius' neck.<br/>Remus' eyes darted upwards, a humored smile still ghosting his lips. "You're good,."