"'Course," Sirius called back, getting a second glass out and pouring a generous amount in each, then adding a couple of ice cubes. He headed back into the living room, handing Remus his drink before retreating to the armchair, curling up with his knees tucked to his chest, socked feet tucked against one arm and his back against the other.

He took a deep drink and then stared into the glass. "...So,' he said quietly, darting a brief glance at Remus before returning to contemplating the amber liquid and slowly melting ice.