"I'm glad you're okay." Remus sighed softly. "No you don't. You don't owe me anything, Pads." It would possibly have been easier to have this conversation before a cure had been found. When he was tired and feverish, he might have let Sirius get away with trying to pull away again, just happy to know his best friend was alive and it hadn't been for nothing.
Not that it had been for nothing at all. It could never be for nothing so long as it meant Sirius was alive and well.
"I just woke up. I think I'm rested," he drawled, bemused. "And those dozen people can wait. My best friend takes precedence, whether he has chocolate with him or not. I've talked to everyone else who matters at some point already." And that much was true. Regulus, James, Peter, they'd all been to see him before. Even his newest friend, Fenrir, had been to see him. Sirius was the only one who'd avoided him thus far and Remus couldn't help admitting to himself that it hurt a bit, though he would never lay that guilt on Sirius' shoulders.