Coming to rest his forearms against his knees, Remus couldn’t help but smile. He felt quite sure Sirius must have given it enough thought to think in specifics, but whether or not he wanted - or felt like he could - share that insight with Remus was entirely different. While he hoped Sirius one day might feel compelled to share, Remus had no intention of pushing for it.<br/>“S’alright,” he promised with a smile, straightening his posture a little. “We’ll figure it out.”<br/>Sirius looked about to burst, and though some of it was nervousness, it also felt like an expression of restraint. Remus’ hands itched to smooth over the tension building within Sirius, a thrilled little smile pulling at his lips at the prospect of getting to offer Sirius that outlet.<br/>“Is now a good time?” Remus felt like he had to ask, though the ridicule wasn’t entirely lost on him, a smile still audible in his voice.