Sirius didn’t offer enough time for Remus to decipher the half-replies he had given, his mind so on edge trying to anticipate Sirius’ emotional state, that the question took him aback, catching him off guard.<br/>For a moment, he looked like what it was - barely five p.m. on a school night, and nothing like what he had planned on spending his evening on. And still -<br/>“Alright,” he fumbled, unprepared.<br/>Something flickered across his expression, an instinct to question whether or not that was the right approach, but he swallowed it, realizing it was not his grief to process. They didn’t have that kind of relationship, and Remus wasn’t about to pretend that they had.<br/>Instead, he tugged at his bag.<br/>“Sure. Give me a moment.”