It was clear to Sirius that he had overstepped when Remus did not join him on the bench. It was easy to interpret as meaning nothing at all but Sirius knew Remus better than that, and knew that he was trying to distance himself from Sirius a little. It hurt, but Sirius knew that he had it coming and only had himself to blame for that reaction.<br/>“I’m sorry. I know you hate that question,” he stated, swirling his wine a little in the mug and trying not to think too much about how Remus wouldn’t meet his eye.<br/>He took a sip from the wine, the silence lying heavy between them, ruining the earlier lightheartedness of their impromptu hangout. It made Sirius feel like he was choking and he wanted to make it stop in any way possible.<br/>“I just worry about you a lot.”