Remus felt entirely more human having gotten a shower and a few hours of sleep. The lines felt more firmly drawn between day and night; in an attempt to further reaffirm it, he had dressed in fresh slacks and a new shirt, adding a cotton blazer for good measure.<br/>While Remus wouldn’t have minded if Black had preferred to study at the dorm, it had been a relief spending a few moments alone. Looking back, he had had his breakfast in a cloud of adrenaline, a last little spike before he eventually crashed. Though Remus felt no embarrassment regarding his job, he did feel a little embarrassed thinking back on how reckless he might have come across.<br/>However, not enough that Remus didn’t glance around the room for him, when he a few hours later ventured into the library. Remus found him hunched over his work.<br/>It wasn’t that Remus had any hopes of a productive afternoon, his day upturned as it was. It hadn’t made a different that he had swung back around the dining hall for a sweet bite, anyway, and it had been a split second decision to get two chocolate scones rather than one.<br/>Remus approached Black’s table, and in lieu of a greeting, he placed the paper bag on a bare square inch next to the other.<br/>“Here,” Remus muttered, courteously low but not unkind. As he retrieved his hand, he unhooked the bag strap off of his shoulder, stepping aside to place it on the seat next to Black, at the table end.