Something still doesn't feel right about leaving it like this. He can tell Sirius is holding something back, but he isn't at all certain what it is.

He hates this, really. Hates the feeling of a wall rising between them and being left with no way to rectify the problem. Of course Sirius is going to be distant after Remus had lied to him for so long. He'd brought this upon himself, dammit. He can't complain about having to lie in the grave he'd dug all on his own. Still, he hesitates, finding it hard to turn away once and for all.

"...okay..." As though just remembering it, he holds out the bottle of firewhiskey, half wondering if he oughtn't have returned to the party with it if just to make sure Sirius doesn't finish the bloody thing on his own.

"If you need to talk, you'll find me, yeah? Promise?"