The tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife and Sirius almost felt suffocated by it. The air was heavy with things that were unsaid from the night before and things that probably should remain unsaid still. However, it seemed almost impossible to Sirius to get a proper scope of Remus and figure out what he was trying to accomplish. The rejection still stung brightly in Sirius’ memory, feeling humiliated by how he had misread the situation and put them in an awkward situation.<br/>Thus the mention of the night before startled Sirius, who had felt absolutely certain that Remus would have felt nothing but regret about the entire ordeal. The comment had been surprising enough to get Sirius to fall silent, trying to analyse Remus’ stance to figure out if he was pulling his leg. His surprise wasn’t lessened any when he came to the conclusion that Remus was telling the truth, or that he at least seemed sincere.<br/>“Yeah?” He asked, finding the question a little lame, but he had no idea what else to say. There were a ton of things that he wanted to ask Remus but none of them seemed appropriate for the relation they actually had and thus Sirius didn’t dare. He didn’t want to mess up even more than he already had.<br/>“Worth the hangover?” He added, feeling that it was too ballsy the second the question had left his lips, so he averted his gaze, unsure if he would be able to actually look at Remus as he got the answer.