Sirius wasn't yelling at everything and everyone, which was a definite improvement over waking up alone hungover with no potion in the nightstand drawer. But it wasn't that he had actually managed to think clearer on the matter with Remus. Over the years, Sirius had gained plenty of experience about being an ass, while drunk or not, while angry or not, while whatever. Sometimes he was an ass. It happened. Remus had never said a more horrible hurtful thing to him...ever, and it hurt - though thankfully it no longer stuck into a sore insecurity, courtesy of his brother - and angered him. But Sirius had said shit too. No, it was the running away and not dealing with it that really annoyed him, pissed him off.
"Do I need to?" Sirius asked, standing again and wiping his greasy hands off on a towel.