Sirius arched an eyebrow as Remus almost started yelling at him in anger. Well, there was a show of emotion, at last. And it was a bit ironic, of life in general, that Remus was the first to start yelling here. It was good to note those sorts of things, as it made it a bit less likely for Sirius to yell back. And as he didn't think it was likely to be productive yelling, he was trying his best.
As Remus spoke more, Sirius leaned against his bike, scratching his forehead as he tried to remember all of the details of the end of the night. It was...not the easiest thing to do. But he did, vaguely, remember Remus apologizing. Well, that was good. But now...even after that spurt, it hardly sounded like an apology just because his voice was so flat. Plus, that was only part of it. "Last night, from what I can remember," Sirius paused a moment as he did try to remember exactly how that had gone, "you did sound sorry." Unlike the moment.
"I didn't mean what I said...before you said...that stuff," Sirius added. He didn't really feel like apologizing, when Remus hadn't addressed the major issue of running away to Morocco.