"I'll bet, mate. I don't care about quality, I'll eat anything sweet." Rejection would always be painful and this bloke, he seemed like a good one, he hoped he didn't feel too put out when Remus confessed and he could keep these memories as happy as he could. In an ideal world, topsy-turvey to this one entirely, he would have loved to pursue a bloke like that. To the bitter fucking end. But everything about him was a deal breaker. Even if, for some weird reason, he was fine with the trans thing, he would not be fine with the AIDs thing.

He smiled sadly at Sirius but he nodded, ready to get off and find his way back. Somehow. Maybe he could get some pity change and use the vending machines for a snack. The train announced they were pulling in and Remus stood up, grabbing his shoulder bag and pulling it on, walking towards the door. "So King's Cross is near the pub? Does it get a lot of trains run by or what? For going home and all." He had to go at some point so it was easy to ask. Casual like.