"My heart wants, that I know, but I can't force Sirius into a situation if his heart's not actually in it as far as mine is." And it wasn't. It couldn't be. Though Remus knew that James had a point about thinking too much and the wisdom of doing that a bit less sometimes, he didn't think he was over thinking this time. If anything, he was letting his heart get ahead of itself. He was scared, as though he'd put himself on the chopping block because his heart had wanted him to. That it would be Sirius hurting him didn't make it the least bit better. Remus had to think.
He had completely forgotten about the bottle of ale hanging loosely in his grasp. "About that, though. You knew, didn't you? That Sirius wanted... something. Maybe just a snog, maybe more, but you knew and I poured my heart out to you and you didn't say a bloody thing. Why is that?"