He had been surprised when he had woken up to find that Remus wasn't there. Padfoot had sniffed around their surrounding area for a bit and when he'd found no trace of Remus, he'd whined for several moments and settled down low in a pile of leaves.
Eventually he'd opted to turn human again. Rationally, he knew that Remus would come back. He was probably just off, getting food or something like that. But it was difficult to be here without Remus, partially because of how abruptly they had been taken. He hadn't really minded waking up in a different town, filled with magic that he couldn't hope to understand. He'd been content to simply get to know new people. But it had been hard to hear everything that comprised their future. Mostly, he was trying ti ignore it. He was trying to simply stick close to Moony.
The problem was that he had never been terribly good at ignoring his problems. He kept feeling the emotions clawing at the back of his throat, threatening to tear him apart entirely. Lily and James were dead. It was the most painful thing he could think of, followed closely by the fact that the entire Order, all of their friends, everyone he had ever fucking met, all thought that he was capable of assisting in their murder. He was certain that if he started talking about it, he was just going to scream, because there wasn't a damn thing he could do about any of it.
Sirius was sorely relieved when he did hear Remus saying his name. In an exceedingly strange manner. Blinking, Sirius headed toward where Remus was -- and was startled and amused to see that he was obviously drunk.
"Are you intoxicated, young man?" Sirius asked with a wry grin, cupping Remus' face in between his hands.