Oh, well. This wouldn't do. Sirius stood there, still too much at a distance, and felt awkward and uncomfortable for -- well. Not the first time. Because he'd felt pretty awkward around his brother not all that long back. But this was different because it was Moony and Sirius had never felt uncomfortable around him before. Not like this.
The tension was killing him. And Remus was sad just as much as he was tired.
He frowned, tilting his head to the side (like a confused puppy) and took a step forward, closing more of the gap between them. He didn't care for that gap. It wasn't right. But Remus said it: everything had gone wrong. And what could that even really mean? Sirius didn't dare let his imagination take over for him in an instance like this.