Remus really wasn't doing a great job of it, that was true. And a Remus that wasn't level headed didn't mean great things for Sirius, who was quick with his emotions and a lot slower with things like common sense. If Remus was getting all out of sorts, Sirius had no real chance. And he was starting to think that maybe he ought to be spazzing out a bit more than he was. It was only a matter of time. Or maybe a matter of figuring out what was going on. Because Remus was looking at him like he was --
Well. Like he was different. And not in a good way. And Sirius, he wasn't so oblivious in realizing that was a look that Moony didn't give. Not to him, anyway.
"You look older," he admitted, because he had noticed that before, but was rather hoping it hadn't actually been the case. "And tired. More tired, anyway. You gonna tell me, Moony? How long it's been for you?"