Remus felt the pull of muscle memory deep within him, and he had to make a conscious effort not to leave Sirius’ bedside just so. His touch, however, was devout of intimacy as he reached for Sirius, his fingers barely touching the side of Sirius’ bare calf with little more than friendly reassurance.<br/>“Can I get you anything?” he asked, the question almost clumsy with how foreign it felt in his mouth. It was spoken out of kindness, hesitant to cut ties as abruptly as he did with others; after all, regardless of whether this would ever repeat itself, they would still have to live together.<br/>Remus’ smile widened another bit, but yet again, there was no suggestiveness to it. “Wanna come rinse off with me?”