[Okay. It's okay. Sirius doesn't seem to know that Remus knows. That's comforting. He noses into his wine goblet again, taking temporary refuge, which gives Sirius time to think about his answer.]
Bonkers...well, that's one way of putting it. [He claps a hand to his face. Shit. Are his cheeks turning pink? Is that what's happening here? Okay. Damage control.]
Should we—d'you want to, maybe, go outside? Get a bit of fresh air?
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Bonkers...well, that's one way of putting it. [He claps a hand to his face. Shit. Are his cheeks turning pink? Is that what's happening here? Okay. Damage control.]
Should we—d'you want to, maybe, go outside? Get a bit of fresh air?