"1979," he repeated, pensive. Remus didn't remember the exact year Regulus had passed away, but he didn't imagine it would be too long now. At the time, he'd been perfectly aware of Sirius' brother's death, but that had been years ago, and not a date that had stuck in his mind with the most urgency. "Interesting."
Now that they were both here, though, sitting on the sofa as though they should've been friends, Remus could feel the discomfort coming off the boy in waves. He could almost smell it. Which reminded him, he would have to check the status of the moon, come nightfall.
"When you came in, you seemed to want to talk. Or to ask me something. Am I right?"