The straightforwardness of Sirius' question took Remus aback. Whatever tentative smile had been growing was completely wiped off his expression and for a moment, Remus looked like he expected Sirius to go on, eyes once again finding the other.<br/>Even though nothing about Sirius' tone made the question sound like a challenge, Remus still feared that Sirius disagreed so fiercely that his annoyance had tipped over into incredulousness. When no further elaboration came, Remus felt the dread resettle in the pit of his stomach.<br/>The conversation was vulnerable enough to have, but much more so when Sirius wasn't looking at him. Parting his lips a moment before speaking, Remus eventually had to face the music.<br/>"Yeah."<br/>The answer was simple, flustered in its honesty. Remus' nervous fidgeting had stopped, but his eyes kept dipping to his hands.<br/>"I think so, at least," came the addition, this sounding more timid than anything else. Sirius had expressed his interest through the entirety of the evening, but Remus had yet to experience it in this conversation. It made him feel vulnerable, like he was overcommitting to something Sirius no longer had any use for.<br/>The picking at his fingers had begun anew when Remus went on, eyes still lowered.<br/>"I know I left it all kinda rushed, but I really did have fun," he clarified, forcing any sense of confidence in his voice. Though he wasn't confident in this interaction, he<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>speaking truthfully, and Sirius deserved to know that Remus understood the harm done by his actions.<br/>Finally, Remus looked back up at Sirius. No smile had reestablished itself, but his voice was softly apologetic. "I'm sorry if that meant you didn't have a good time."