With how incredibly brief Sirius had been while they were out, Remus did his best to retain the nuances of his comments, realizing they had never talked about their families. As Remus latched the drawer and straightened himself upright, he realized he had probably come to project the nature of his own absent parents to Sirius’, never quite expecting that hurt to exist within Sirius.<br/>The question, however, felt a little trivial, but far easier to process in the haze of alcohol. It brought a lopsided smile to his lips as he looked over at Sirius.<br/>“Yeah,” he replied, unable to quite keep a laugh out of his voice. He had certainly figured as much by now.<br/>Tin in hand, Remus edged past his bed, coming to a stop ahead of Sirius as he offered it to him, his mannerism a fraction too easy for the tension in Sirius’ expression.<br/>Remus failed to notice it, the crooked smile on his lips a little insensitive because of it.<br/>“They didn’t like that?” he asked rhetorically as he climbed onto the windowsill beside him.