Remus had parted his lips at Sirius' further questioning, but whatever he had intended to say never left his lips. Sirius had turned to face him, and any sense of clarity or continuity completely disappeared from Remus consciousness.<br/>Remus wasn't above pretending that he hadn't shut the door last night and gotten off thinking of Sirius. Too much of a coward to actually indulge in it, Remus had laid sleepless thinking of things he wished he had done to Sirius, or let Sirius do to him.<br/>Some of that had to be visible in the way he was unable to form a reply, confronted with the unequivocal fact that Sirius was far more breathtaking that Remus had been able to picture him.<br/>It caused another pause, Remus' brain buffering at the attempt to correct any mental image. It made his reply that much more honest, caught off guard.<br/>"I don't know," he huffed in a little laugh, flustered by it all. His eyes dipped, still tearing at a cuticle. "Probably not."<br/>Whether or not that would be interpreted as regret for not sticking around longer in Sirius' company, Remus couldn't tell. He knew it wouldn't have made a difference anyway, but he heard it as soon as he said it out loud.<br/>"I was still drunk for the first lecture," he added, trying to lighten the mood. His eyes once again met Sirius', carefully trying to find a common recollection of the night before.<br/>He managed to meet Sirius' eye for another few seconds, before it inevitably grew too daunting. Remus once again adverted his eye, looking down at his finger. "I had fun last night, though."