Remus glanced back at Sirius at the mention of his bachelors. They hadn’t spoken on it, but Remus had before wondered if they were the same age, despite having their careers offset by a few years. Remus couldn’t particularly remember Sirius in his bachelor’s class, but that entire degree felt muddled with worries, having known for the first day that the money his parents had set aside for tuition wouldn’t make it to cover his masters.<br/>He reached to accept the spliff, taking a moment to ash it out the window, certain that a few specks of ash wouldn’t be what incriminated them.<br/>“How does assisting Mulligan compare?” he asked with interest, a third job Remus knew Sirius to have.<br/>As he raised the spliff to his mouth, a crooked smile pulled at his lips before he could take a drag. “Tutoring us.”