Sirius closed his eyes at the press of Remus' face against his neck, releasing the fabric of his uniform in favor of gently holding him to his body and carding his other hand through his hair. He was still upset, of course, but he let the relief wash over him now that Remus was here.
It was with great reluctance that he finally stood, taking the hand up and sitting himself down in front of the food. He didn't touch it yet though, watching Remus disappear into the bathroom. He could hear the rustle of clothing, could imagine his pale scarred chest which had him taking in a shaky breath and turning his attention to the food in front of him. He was starving, but he stomach was still upset from everything that had happened. He only managed a small bite before Remus returned and began to speak.
Sirius snapped then though, jumping to his feet as the chair crashed to the floor which had him jumping once more. "You don't regret it?" he asked, a look of shock crossing his features. His face was a canvas of emotion: anger, hurt, shock, appall, confusion, pain. He felt the same mad laugh that had been escaping all day bubble up as he shook his head. He missed Remus but this, this wasn't Remus. This couldn't be Remus. So he did. He started laughing. Just like he had when they had arrested him. A manic, slightly empty laugh as he looked at him. "You don't regret it." he repeated it with greater clarity, feeling his eyes water as he rolled his head back to look at the ceiling. Holding his hands out, he stumbled back. He needed air. He wanted air. He wanted Hogwarts. He wanted everything to be the same, but it was all different now. There was nothing he could do to change it except maybe run. "Right. Well then. Looks like we're still on opposite sides." he said once his laughter had died, retreating towards the door. "Looks like you've made your choice." he rasped, hand fumbling with the knob. Open. Open. Open. He'd take the cold over this.