Holding a blokes hand was a dream come true. He idly wondered if it was something he could have and if it was okay to just use this guy to have a fun night where he pretended nothing was wrong but no, it was deceptive. He was a liar if he did that. Remus waited for the crowd to thin and for them to be mostly alone as they left the platform before he pulled his hand away and paused, turning to Sirius.

"You're a nice bloke, mate. I really like it. The fact that you're even fucking hitting on me, it made my day. Didn't think I could pull a bloke like you." Remus smiled awkwardly and then crossed his arms. "I gotta be honest with you though - we can't do this. I can't do this. It ain't right."

Wait, that sounded homophobic. He caught himself and then held up his hands. "Not like that. Bugger, sorry, I just --" He ruffled his hair and then looked at Sirius, exhaling. "I got AIDs. So, uh, yeah."