Remus had given him some of his own clothes that he kept in one of the dressers upstairs, and although Sirius was far from a small guy, they were still too big for him. A few minutes later, he and Remus met in the upstairs corridor. Remus had showered, too, and was towel drying his damp curls so they were even messier than usual. He was barefoot and wearing basketball shorts and a white t-shirt, the very same ensemble that Sirius was wearing, except Remus’s fit properly. The only light came from a small nightlight plugged in near the floor, and the only sounds were that of softly falling rain coming from the white noise machine in the nursery and the crashing waves outside.