Just being was apparently asking too much, although Sirius rather supposed that in the scheme of things, this was still somehow better than back at home, where bad was only creeping closer for Sirius and Remus was forced to be sad and scared alone.
That didn't mean that this was always good, mind. But it was easier to remember his luck when Remus did that thing -- that thing where he just touched because he could, fingers tracing and if Sirius made a big enough fuss about it, they usually ended up in his hair. He'd get there. Soon.
Before that though, he let out a little noise of hurt and then rolled slightly so that he could get his legs off the back of the couch and right himself so that he was laying on the cushions at a reasonable person position. His head rushed a tiny bit, but it wasn't really all that bad. It was just a good excuse to cover the fact that he had woken up worried and had forced himself to stay put and just trust that things would be fine instead of racing off to check in on Remus. Because that was weird, and clingy, and Sirius didn't want to be that. "Oh," he said after a moment, making grabby hands at Remus in an offer to come join him proper on the couch. "No. It's fine. I knew you'd be back. Leave a note next time." It was contradictory but that wasn't something he cared about.