Remus tensed at the question, immediately feeling the shift in the air between them. Out of the 11 hours Remus had been here, they had spent the last two together and Remus was almost hoping it wouldn't come up at all.<br/>With an exhale suddenly strained by discomfort, Remus decided against once again joining Sirius on the bench.<br/>With a joyless, huffed laugh Remus raised the cup of wine and the still unlit cigarette into eye level in a saying gesture.<br/>"I'm self medicating." Not even Remus himself knew for sure if it was meant as a joke, but his voice sounded harsh once it was said out loud.<br/>Instead of sitting, he turned his side to Sirius to instead balance the cup of wine onto the small relief of an electric meter mounted on the brick wall. Once having his hands free, he put the cigarette to his lips, holding it there while lighting it, turning further towards the brick wall to shield the flame from the wind.<br/>One lit, Remus finally turned fully to face Sirius, though he still evaded his eyes. He exhaled heavily, letting all of the smoke out of his lungs before giving another crudely brief answer. "I'm fine, Sirius."