"Thank you, m'dear," Remus said, almost automatic in the endearment before it hit him, again, what he'd been saying all those years. What he'd been admitting. And it made him smile a little, even if - from a simple glance at Sirius - this would not be the easiest of conversations.

Taking a far smaller sip, he then sat the drink down on the floor and pulled off his shoes. They might as well both be comfortable. "So. You're scared, aren't you?" he murmured quietly, trying to tease Sirius out a little.