It was really quite remarkable how quickly the conversation had derailed; it felt like it had only been moments ago since Mulligan excused himself to help his wife set up dessert. Remus was left at the dining table soured and shell-shocked. With the addition of drinks, Kelly’s poor tastes had all but become hateful, and as conversation had befallen the war, Sirius had become the topic of conversation, mercilessly and horribly.<br/>Leaving the room in stifled silence, Remus stood up, tossing the napkin in his lap side as he took his leave with an incredulous scowl.<br/>Following Sirius out the doorway, Remus saw him strike the wall, feeling the tremble more within himself than in the room surrounding him. It took him aback; while he had come to realize Sirius’ carried his emotions almost too-visibly beneath the surface, smiles and laughs quick to appear, this was the first time Remus had seen him this heated.<br/>“Hey,” Remus asked a bit clumsily, hands aimlessly at the waist of his trousers, adjusting them as he approached. “Are you alright?”