Remus could understand Sirius' point of view. He really could. And maybe if he'd taken his concerns to Tony first they could've kept this all more quiet and between only a few people. But there was a risk involved in that. He knew from what he'd read on the network that so many people in town were sick. If he had to guess, he'd say plenty of people Tony cared for were struck with illness, too. He didn't need to be the only person concerned or stressed over what to do about Remus' furry little problem.
So instead, he'd addressed the whole town. That way, anyone who was able and well enough to help defend those who couldn't and themselves would know what was going on. And maybe, there might be some who could help keep Moony contained and otherwise occupied. Of course there were risks involved there, too. Remus knew there was a chance he might not survive the night, but he had a bit of a different perspective on death than Sirius. He'd seen far more of it, especially in the past few years. He'd faced Death Eaters and found himself on the wrong end of plenty of wands, barely making it out of Order missions alive. He'd run side by side with death whenever he ran with Greyback's pack. He needed to remember that Sirius hadn't experienced any of that yet. But even with all that experience, Remus didn't think it would make a difference. They'd still be in this position, they'd still be at odds about it.
Lest he not forget, if something put Sirius in a life or death predicament, Remus would not be so calm about it either. But that was exactly why he'd told Sirius it was all right for him to shout if he needed to.
"The offer still stands," he said, while passing his fingers through his soft, dark hair. "I almost wish you would. Don't hold back. I know you're upset with me. It won't do you any good to bottle it up." His fingers traveled just a bit to brush against his cheek and jaw, before finding their way to his neck and back up the base of his head to his scalp again. "I'll still love you, no matter what you say."