He tries not to look too eager when he takes the bottle back. He doesn't take a swig of it just yet, though that's mainly because he's trying to still finish of his cigarette.

His nod is mostly instinct, but he somehow manages a smile.

"If I need to talk."

It isn't going to be talking that he needs. Moony doesn't need to know that. He just needs to think that maybe Sirius will come and talk to him about things so that Sirius has enough time to drown himself in the firewhisky and act Normal the rest of the night.

He can get into a fight or a crash or something to kill the pain tomorrow. Reguls and Remus' eyes will be far too sharp tonight.