Sirius drank gratefully, the cool water soothing his ragged throat. He was tired, but compared to the soul killing weariness he'd been feeling the last few days this was nothing. For the first time in a long while he thought sleep he could sleep, and maybe wake up feeling normal again.
"I think," he reached out a shaky hand and let it rest of Remus' knee. "I think he, I think he might have fixed me." he tried on a crooked smile, liking the way it seemed to fit his face again. "Something, some darkness, it's gone. I feel, well, like Hell, but, but better. I feel like, like me."
Merlin, it was such a relief. He hadn't even known how ever present "Other Sirius" had been till now, when he was finally alone in his mind. He still couldn't remember anything he had done, but somehow it mattered less. He didn't ever need to know, as long as it wasn't going to happen again.