Remus parted his lips, hesitating despite the smile still ghosting over his features.<br/>"I think the verdict's still out," he replied, thinking that to be the kindest way out of the question. Judging by the way a grin crept onto his features, Remus realized it was a sheepish excuse for a reply.<br/>It wasn't like the public was given any concrete explanation; thinking back, Remus couldn’t distinguish what had been rumour and what had been a definitive truth. Quite possibly, he had never known, making Sirius' letter the only ounce of truth to the story.<br/>Remus wasn’t even sure how he had interpreted the news, knowing he had been through all possible scenarios, one seemingly more heart breaking than another. He didn't feel like that was worth sharing to Sirius – the way Sirius was still smiling at him, tight<span style="font-style: italic">there</span>, made it awkward to admit Remus had for the first time kept up with current news fearing a body might turn up.<br/>It made his smile go lopsided again.<br/>"There was no funeral service," he added, jokingly as he figured Sirius knew that.<br/>"I went to the hut intent on having one, but you well spoiled that plan by -" whatever Remus said was interrupted by reality. He seemed happy, reliving the memory, the emotional swell magnified tenfold by Sirius' actual presence, a few feet from him. "- by being alive, I guess."