Sirius was having a hard time keeping up with their conversation, unsure how he had managed to misunderstand their situation so completely.<br/>“I don’t know,” Sirius admitted, having not really kept track of the time he had known that his flatmate was an escort, as he had just never really seeing it as either important nor any of his business. “I guess I found out like a week after you moved in or so.”<br/>It was only after saying that that everything seemed to click into place for Sirius.<br/>He had felt so certain that Remus had recognised him, but maybe he has gotten the entire thing wrong. After all, Remus hadn’t exactly known to look for him at the bar and maybe he had just never really laid any attention to the queens.<br/>“Remus,” he started, unsure exactly how to break this to his flatmate. He had only had to tell anyone what he did to earn extra cash once, and with James it had never really felt like a big deal. This though suddenly seemed huge and Sirius was unsure how to proceed.<br/>“I’m sorry, I thought you knew,” he tried, running a hand through his hair as he tried to find the right words for what he wanted to say. “I’m one of the performers at the club.”