"There is no misunderstanding to fix, Remus." He wished that it had been a real fight about one thing in particular, but it hadn't. He was just waking up from an impossible dream. "For a moment, I bought into your optimist. I thought we could balance each other out, but the truth is that we're too different. It's not the money or parentage; it's just that the difference are too many."
Regulus looked at Remus completely lost, because he didn't know where to start or how to even make him understand. "It... it doesn't feel that way." It didn't feel like that on Sunday, when he felt like everything he did and said was being judged. It had been a strange feeling, he hadn't even known what it was, but today it was making sense, because it did remind him of school and the way people picked sides, and he knew that no matter what anyone said, Remus (and Sirius just as much) would not pick his side. "Just go now. I'm trying not to fight with me, but my admittedly limited patience is almost gone."