"What are you sorry for? You spill something?" Wait, he didn't even have anything yet. Sirius walked over with two beer bottles, opening them against the table and then handing one to Remus. He looked at him as he sipped from his own beer, frowning a little. "Look, I get it. A lot of life is about being made to feel as if you've got to apologise for existing. I know I got that plenty from my family. Can't even imagine how much worse it must be for you."

With the many boxes Remus ticked. Sirius shook his head a little. "But this is you. This is me. All we are doing is hanging out. Living life. I want you to live life unapologetically, yeah? With me."