To be held like that was so strange to him, he hadn't meant to draw attention and he didn't want pity but it didn't even feel like that. It felt like Sirius was concerned, like he cared and wanted him to feel better. It was the oddest thing. Remus nodded slowly, a little lost for forwards, walking into the apartment and looked around with interest.

He sat on the couch and then looked at Sirius, nodding. "Beer works, thanks."

What did he even say to someone who cared this much, who seemed to be some weird fantasy he imagined and not even a person. He let his head lie back against the couch and looked at the pride flag. "I'm sorry." He didn't even know why he said that, he just felt like he owed it to Sirius. Sirius was loving and fun and playful, he was full of life. And Remus wasn't. It seemed unfair to steal his time.