Sirius heard the tone, he took it in and it hurt. He deserved it though, at least he could admit to that. He had been a prat and he was sorry but it was difficult to say. Still, his actions spoke louder than his words as he found himself being pulled to the boy.
Slipping into the bed beside him, Sirius wrapped an arm around Remus' waist and pulled him to him. "Remus" Sirius whispered, feeling a lump in his his throat as he spoke. "Remus -- do you -- do you, you know, want to be my -- um -- my boyfriend. -- You know, d-date me." Sirius managed to choke out, his words stopping and stalling as he tried to get them out but it was difficult with Remus so close. He could smell his soap, his shampoo, and he closed his eyes for a moment to soak that in.