Having expected it, Remus wasn’t slow to duck his head out of the sweater, his hands finding Sirius’ midriff for support.  The chill air skimming across the small of his back was the first testament to the fact that the sweater had pulled his undershirt with it. Remus didn’t mind, but it made for a tangle of sleeves; it forced him to sit back on his heels, tugging the bunched up sleeves off of his wrists himself.<br/>His attention, however, remained on Sirius, his eyes bright and his smile wide and genuine.<br/>“Good, Sirius,” he praised, the words leaving him the same moment his sweater slipped out of his grip and onto the floor.<br/>Though he almost itched to reach for Sirius again, Remus stayed put, interested to see how this time would differ from the last. He barely allowed himself a touch, fingers barely reaching for the bottom hem of Sirius’ sweater. “You next?”