The question made Remus glance over at Black, uncertain if he really needed that clarification to proceed, much preferring to offer the pastry without any added conversation.. When he helped himself without further encouragement, Remus seemed to relax in the interaction, ducking his gaze as he shrugged off his blazer.<br/>“Yeah, thanks,” he muttered, conscious of the quiet around them. This, too, was a new interaction for them, feeling his own mood fighting to revert back to something more reserved; Remus had to make a conscious decision not to build back walls between them.<br/>Pulling his bag out of the chair, Remus took a seat in its place, trying to remind himself that he had sought out Black’s company for a reason - whatever that might’ve been.