Remus nodded, eager to slip out of view. He felt done being perceived for the day, and if Black offered him an out, Remus was happy to make a run for it, gathering his pajamas from his bed.<br/>“Goodnight, then,” he muttered, sending Black a small and tight smile his way, before quickly slipping into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.<br/><br/>Remus had allowed himself a long shower, redrawing the bounds of his own body under scalding hot water. It was too late, his mind fuzzy, and still he had stalled in the bathroom, lingering with dressing and brushing his teeth until no sounds were audible from the other side of the door.<br/>It wasn’t that Black was unpleasant - he rarely was, really. Remus had simply already done his share of feigning interest in strangers, and he’d much rather slip into bed without having to engage in polite conversation. Having brushed his teeth twice for good measure, Remus finally felt confident that Black had settled in for the night.<br/>When Remus opened the door, he soon realized that Black had done no such thing.<br/>Finding him there he left him, Black remained slumped over his work. It made Remus falter in the doorway, surprised, and having to readjust his approach.<br/>With an exhale, Remus forfeited his reluctance.<br/>“You’re still at it?” he asked, barely conversationally; simply because remaining quiet felt more awkward. Remus had crossed the room, tossing his clothes in his hamper before taking a seat on his bed.