Though Remus seemed to regain a sense of footing in reality, he was still unable to name a single drink that might interest him. Not much of a drinker, all Remus knew was that he wanted to get drunk, desperately needing to maintain some level of intoxication if he was to spend another moment in public.<br/>"I don't know," Remus replied, only saying out loud a third of his train of thought. "Don't worry about it, though."<br/>It was only at the addition that Remus' eyes properly found Sirius', quickly and dauntingly feeling himself sober up; it made the context harder to be in. In any other given moment, Remus would have appreciated Sirius' company while treading such unfamiliar ground, but right now Remus needed a moment to catch his breath and gather his thoughts.<br/>"I'll get it for you," he said, not knowing how else to ask Sirius to stay seated. Remus' expression had relaxed some, by now appearing more restless than uncomfortable; the high points of his face remained flushed, still feeling too warm in his own skin. "What do you want a refill of?"