The barely-there flicker of a smile solidified itself at Black’s comment, quietly reassured by the subtle kindness of the reply. He didn’t need Black to approve, anyway; frankly, continuing to treat Remus with decency felt like plenty.<br/>Still, Remus opened the door, hand on the knob as he waited for Black to finish packing, a small but well-meaning invitation. Normal decency was all Remus could reasonably ask for, but it wasn’t a lie to say he hoped for more than the bare minimum.<br/>“Did you -” Remus stalled, not because his eyes had dipped to Black’s figure, but because their conversation had suddenly been audible, were anybody to pass by the opened door, forcing Remus to rethink his phrasing.<br/>He once again met Black’s eye, budding interest in his gaze as he tried to picture Black at the club. “Did you say you worked there?”