For a moment, a part of him wants to believe he's saying what he's always wanted him to. A part of him wants, desperately, for that look in Remus' eyes to be Saying Something.
But then that part of him quiets entirely beneath the reminder that Remus loves Regulus. That Sirius has never been deserving of Remus. That the hope he's reading into Remus' look and words is solely wishful thinking.
"I know." And he is, at least, certain that Remus loves him like a brother. He can breathe and smile for that, shaky but real, back at at Remus, "I do, Moony. And I promise I'm-- happy for you."
That's true, too, at least.
"You should-- go back in. Check on Reg. He's probably freaking out again."
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But then that part of him quiets entirely beneath the reminder that Remus loves Regulus. That Sirius has never been deserving of Remus. That the hope he's reading into Remus' look and words is solely wishful thinking.
"I know." And he is, at least, certain that Remus loves him like a brother. He can breathe and smile for that, shaky but real, back at at Remus, "I do, Moony. And I promise I'm-- happy for you."
That's true, too, at least.
"You should-- go back in. Check on Reg. He's probably freaking out again."