Sirius wasn’t sure what to think of the hug and Remus’ reaction to his question but he didn’t push it. He stayed suspicious though as he took Remus’ change of topic and looked at the slight mess he’d been creating. “Of course, best way to do it. Unpacking’s boring, otherwise. You all done?” he asked, looking over at Rem’s bed to see if he’d unpacked yet or not. He hadn’t actually paid attention to that when he’d come in, he was already in the playful unpacking mindset and ready to groove as he did so. Thinking of that reminded him that Remus just walked in on him being and idiot and he felt a surge of affection as he appreciated that his friend hadn’t mocked him for it yet. There was still plenty of time for that to change though and he wouldn’t be surprised if it did.
Remus glanced down at his own trunk, and sighed, the whole effort taking a lot. “No, I have only unpacked what carryon I had for the train, but the actual unloading I have yet to do. I don’t suppose living out of the trunk is a good sort of practice either.” He didn’t move to get up, instead leaning back onto his hands, watching Sirius as he had his own pile to deal with. Figuring that he would unpack later, Remus made no attempt at helping. “By all means, continue the dance of unpacking. You can pretend I’m not even here.” Remus had not forgotten the sight he had walked in on, and his smile proved the point. “I believe it had something to do with the hips.” He shifted his own while he sat, in mimicry.