Remus' attention had been turned back onto the door leading in the bar, finding that the world had started spinning once again, the moment he had gotten at a distance of Sirius; the comment, however, brought both his eyes and attention back to Sirius.<br/>There was a long moment where it must have been painfully obvious how Remus' eyes darted to the cigarette between Sirius' lips, before exhaling and looking down at his own hands.<br/>Hand in his pocket, Remus picked out the lighter out of his pocket, stepping closer to the other as he did.<br/>"You can borrow it for the night," he said, as he, for the second time tonight, caught hold of the fabric of Sirius' jeans. This time, his touch seemed to linger, and his finger was still looped inside the pocket as he finally met Sirius' eye, his expression softened by the alcohol making it hard to read. "Smoking's terrible for you, though. You should find something better to do."