Remus turns to obey, heading up the stairs—thankfully, he’s much more sober than he had been sneaking out of that man’s flat, where he’d nearly brained himself on the outside banister before deciding to fuck it all and apparate from there instead of a socially-appropriate alleyway. He’s asleep in Sirius’ bed, nose buried in his pillow, before it occurs to him blearily that there are two upstairs bedrooms.