Golden eyes followed the younger man's glance at his brother. But, strangely enough -- or not, considering everything -- it was easier to address Regulus' questions than the Sirius Black issue.
"You are dead...or were," Remus confirmed with a nod. Pinpointing the date was a little more difficult, since he wasn't really keeping track of much other than when the Full Moon happened. It was only a couple days off, or had been, if this time travelling proved true. He only knew it was Friday because he'd had a quick conversation at the last town two days before and it been mentioned it was Wednesday, then. So, Wednesday...Full...his birthday had been a couple weeks earlier...that made it...
"Twenty-fifth of March, 1983. It's been a couple years since you died to my reckoning." Now he finally glanced at Sirius himself, still unable to speak to his friend yet, unable to form the words for all the questions clamouring in the back of his head. Starting with why? "War ended almost eighteen months ago."