The ease with which Remus responded served to put a lot of Sirius’ worries to rest, simply accepting the tin that Remus was offering him and watching as he joined him on the window sill. This now meant that they were sitting rather close, almost unbearably so, but Sirius already knew that his affections were not reciprocated and put those thoughts aside.<br/>“They did not,” he said with a soft smile, feeling more comfortable talking with Remus about this than he had with anyone else. He didn’t exactly know what it was about Remus, maybe it was just that Remus knew about the culture, knew about the club, and had seen Sirius as Puppy, which meant that he had less to explain.<br/>“I met a guy at this gala, or fundraiser or whatever, thought he was proper fit,” he explained, knowing that Remus hadn’t actually asked, but they had spent the evening bonding, so it felt right to tell Remus what had went on.<br/>“And you know me, I historically don’t read other people’s signals well,” he stated, looking out at the quiet school grounds rather than looking at his flatmate. “So when I thought he was flirting and made my move, he told my parents.”