Remus had been so hesitant to engage in that kind of physical intimacy -<span style="font-style: italic">proximity</span>, rather - and yet, he was quickly finding realizing he missed Sirius' weight on his lap. Simultaneously struck by that and the, more nauseating realization, that he shout had had to have come from<span style="font-style: italic">someone</span>, Remus hesitated to replace the lost intimacy.<br/>He felt flushed, not knowing if the comment had had any genuine ill will behind it; Sirius seemed bothered, but not enough for that to have caused it. Remus blinked when Sirius spoke, attempting to rewire his brain enough to actually manage a conversation.<br/>"Yeah," he agreed, rather plainly, not really sure that he actually agreed. Every fiber in his being felt wound up, wanting so badly to reach out for Sirius.<br/>At some point, his eyes had found Sirius again. Remus had been staring aimlessly into the dusky bar, but the adrenaline had finally subsided enough that Sirius once again took precedence over the faceless heckler, who had otherwise occupied Remus' mind. "I guess so."<br/>Sirius looked as flushed as Remus himself felt; the sight only managed to send a thrill down Remus' spine. Against his better judgement, Remus finally reached for Sirius, the tension that had been building making the movement feel decisive.<br/>Once again, Remus' hand had settled on Sirius' knee. This time it wasn't as suggestive as it had been; more than anything, it served the purpose of easing the change between an embrace and totalt distance.<br/>Remus' lips had parted, though not even certain what there was to say. When he did speak, it was almost mindless. "I think I'm gonna get that drink."