"Oh, I don't know," he teased quietly. "It might have had something to do with the man in the bed."
Laying his cheek lightly against the dark head at his shoulder was too instinctual for Remus to even realise he was doing it. "It means I'm concerned. You're normally too cautious a man to get drunk and wander around the castle in the state you were in last night. If it was from drinking with Sirius, I could understand it. Drinking on your after and then incautious actions?" He shrugged as best he could with one shoulder. "I told you before. I worry."
Sirius not wanting to discuss sex in detail was too amusing not to earn a few quiet chuckled, though. "Poor Pads."
"Of course I mean it," he quietly, tilting his head to meet the other man's gaze. "I wouldn't use the word 'okay'. But, I care about you. I want to be the one making you happy. But, if I can't be, then I just want you to be happy." And if the thought of Regulus being happier with Severus Snape stuck in his craw more than a little bit, Remus would never let on about it. "I'd be hurt if you started avoiding me," he added with a slight smile. "We're still friends, Regulus. No matter what choice you make about anything else. You won't lose my friendship or company just because this might be the only morning I get to wake up to you."