Remus sighed and shook his head. "I'm not really working on 'ghost stuff', unless you count talking to Nicholas and some of the others to get an idea of their needs. But, balancing the needs of all three classifications is part of the job. And, historically, even just defining them has been a political nightmare." It was actually something he needed to discuss with Harry, organizing some envoys to the various groups, seeing who was still left in the country, who had moved on like the Goblins.
He was only going to let Sirius deflect for so long, though.
"Pads," he said softly. "Talk to me. Ignoring it won't make everything better and avoiding me just deprives us both of one of our best friends." He wanted to follow after that furtive scuttling. But, he wasn't sure how welcome he'd be. "It's me, Sirius. You know you can tell me anything and I won't judge you."