Remus frowned slightly, sympathy rushing through him as he looked over at Sirius. He frequently wondered if there were more he could be doing for his friend to help alleviate some of the memory of that awful placee. "You don't—do you still...think about it?"
He was letting his curiosity and worry get the better of him, and avoiding what he wanted to say. But this conversation was just as important, really. It all came down to his concern for how Sirius was feeling.