It wasn't just pain anymore. It hurt, and it made Sirius wince, but it was...getting cared for in some way. And that made it just...not good pain. He disliked healing pains. They were far more controlled and just...he didn't know. It wasn't the wild crazy thing it was supposed to be. That's what it had been. And that sharp moment of when his hand hit and smashed into the floor, onto the glass. That had been good.
"Says it over and over," Sirius sighed, happy to get his hand back, considering what it had been going through. Mmm, it came under the covers. There was something nice about covers, and Sirius thought they were very good covers. He felt warm and going toward sleepier because of the booze in his system. But he heard Remus - this time - with the apology. Sirius just sort of...looking over and down He didn't know what to say to that. So he just...lay there, one arm thrown around Remus.