Well, that's. Not a good sign. That's got him taking a deep drag of his cigarette as Remus takes a swig. It gets his nerves down to some place manageable for him to keep his voice from shaking when he asks.

"--what is it, Remus?"

Did he say something? He doesn't know what about his past words would have, unless--

"--did you think I was going to be awful about it?"

He can't help that that hurts to ask.