HP: Sirius and Remus
Remus was usually the sane man in their group, and he cautioned everyone to be reasonable. It was a strange and pointless position to be in most of the time, and eventually he gave up on it. When they weren't in school, he really gave up on it. Everyone did what they wanted to, and he more or less just attempted to keep them from death or jail. Or jail and then death. In school at least he had the teachers to help him. But lately, he'd just cared less and less about being the bloody responsible one. Because it was all a mess and he had a son and a death warrant. They all did. So who cared anymore, really?
Remus did. Enough that he kept on about food and water and not drinking themselves to death, or getting the attention of too many muggles. But that was light enough, all things considered. He was having himself a very good brooding time inside when Sirius started screaming, and he nearly jumped right out of his skin. He'd been working his courage up to ask Teddy about his mother, and about a few other things, but never seemed to really get to it. What was there to say? Sirius screaming wasn't nice, but it was a distraction, and he'd take it.
He went out onto the beach, but only after he carefully folded his pant legs up so the sand wouldn't catch in them. He was very considerate about his clothes, probably because he didn't have the money to go wasting on new ones. He looked like a lost waif, with his skinny bones and big sad eyes, but he never even realized it. Remus walked over to Sirius and rolled his eyes. "Sirus Pain In My Arse Black, what d'you want?"