"Yeah." Remus' voice is much more sober than Sirius', and the bright smile (so obviously forced, he can see right through you, Sirius) tugs at his heart. He can smell the firewhiskey as he closes the distance between them, but he doesn't blame Sirius. Hell, he could use a few swigs himself right now.

"Mind if I have some of that?" He gives the front of Sirius' jacket a pointed look before offering a weak, half-smile. Just the barest quick at the corner of his lips, because he knows this is going to be a bloody awkward conversation. He wonders briefly if Sirius can hear the way his heart is hammering in his chest. Wonders if he knows how terrible it feels to have kept something so important from him.