Sirius recoiled. Remus could have blasted him with a crucio, and it probably would have hurt less. "None of my business." He folded his arms over his chest, fingernails dinging into his palms as that little Sirius Black patented mechanism worked overtime in his heart, translating hurt to anger. "I make one stupid bloody mistake, and suddenly it's 'none of my business.' Nevermind that it was me who first figured out your bloody dark secret, me who first accepted you for it, me who figured out how to help you and me who devoted his fucking life to making it happen. But no. You're right. None of my fucking business. Hope your 'alternative arrangements' were fan-bloody-tastic."