Remus poured the two glasses, noting with a glance Sirius' sudden lacklustre.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked quietly.

It was a deeper exhaustion pulling at the werewolf, and he felt it now, eyes beginning to close as he sipped his own glass, only a little full. Years of starvation meant no waste; Remus hoarded what he could. He slept when he got back from work, too tired to check in much on the always-sleeping Sirius, and fell asleep the minute his head hit the pillow, but waking early enough to coax Sirius outside, to be sociable and friendly.

He leaned against one of the massive trees, watching Sirius with rapidly closing eyes. "Even after Butterbeer?" he quipped.