Remus could see the way Sirius' expression was changing. Realizations were hitting him hard as he tried to piece together the things Remus was telling him. Normally so eloquently spoken, Remus knew he wasn't speaking properly now. But how could he? Recounting the absolute worst time in his whole life wasn't easy. Revealing it to the person he loved most, knowing there was still more yet to tell him, was incredibly difficult. The Sirius standing before him was too young, not yet immersed in the darkness they'd been surrounded in in Remus' time. It wasn't fair to be unloading all of this on him now and Remus hated that he had to do it, but they'd gone down this road and now there was truly no going back. He couldn't leave the rest untold.
Slowly, he reached into his shoulder bag and felt around until he found what he was looking for. His hand was shaking as he pulled the item out, as were his shoulders from the way he was now actively crying. He opened his hand and held out a pair of glasses that had one cracked lens; they'd been James', of course. Remus always took them everywhere now. He could remember so fondly the way James would adjust them in class, even though he wasn't paying a lick of attention to whatever lecture they were in, and the way he'd wag them up and down while throwing some ridiculous pick up line at Lily to get her attention, even if it was to get her to turn her nose up at him in disgust. The recollection made him cry that much more.
"It was you," he said, looking at Sirius through his tears. "Everyone said it was you."