It was quiet, almost silent, really between them. They weren't saying much, and sure there wasn't yelling. But it wasn't like...how they usually were either. Remus had apologized for some of it. Sirius had taken back what he said. But it wasn't better. And the quiet between them was huge. Sirius knew he wasn't going to accomplish anything more on the bike that night, not now that this...was going on. His head space for her was gone.
So, in the absence of anything better to do, Sirius began cleaning some of his tools and putting them away. There wasn't really a good place to store his bike, compared to where motorcycles were supposed to be kept. But Sirius had been pretty amazing at charming the area to keep his bike safe.
That hadn't been an expected question. "You left," Sirius replied, trying to hold back a bit of the emotions because that still hurt. There wasn't anything to close that wound just yet. "You ran away on some...trip to Morocco," Sirius turned around, "That...doesn't matter compared to this, to us. Not if you care." He was angry and hurt - not jealous, no, not this time. It wasn't like he wanted to take Adele's space or to go to Morocco with Remus. It was that something had been wrong between them, something Remus's fault, and he ran. Sirius had actually...had actually thought, considered, that Remus didn't care enough to make things right.
He was there, now. But he still hadn't made things entirely right.