That was it, really. The War did things to them. Ruined them and their entire made family. Sirius hated it. Should have paid more mind to all those whisperings -- because even a few days before now he'd known it was something he was going to be a part of, eventually. He'd just -- sort of ignored it. Because it was summer. Because school'd just ended and it was his very first time being an absolutely free person, without the restraints of his parents, and without the help of James' parents.
He'd just wanted to enjoy that feeling, just for a little bit. It felt bad to have been so very wrong.
Sirius tucked his shoulders in close, hunched over a little in a way where he was folded into himself. He felt small, sad. Stupid, a bit. And he didn't really know where to go from here because Remus was still crying too, and he couldn't get the image of those broken glasses out of his brain. This, he realized, was not a problem he could ignore.
"You're still you," he said after a long, painful moment of silence. Because it seemed unfair to him that Remus was apologizing for things that he couldn't help. It'd be just as stupid for Sirius to apologize for things he hadn't yet done, although, to be fair, he did sort of want to. But he wouldn't. "You're still Moony. Remus. We-- don't cry." It was bad advice, considering he'd never stopped yet either, but still.