They were both very valid questions, but Remus didn't want to answer either of them. Truth be told, he didn't really know the answer to either of them, not really. In the end, Remus decided to go with what he deemed as close to the truth as possible.
"I think I've always... I've always been jealous of his lovers, of the people he takes to bed. I've always wondered what it would be like to be with him. The luggage... It's making me desperate to find love. I want to know what it's like, James. I want to know what it feels like to love someone who loves you in return. I want to wake up to someone in my arms and kisses when we see each other and... I want all of that. I just want that. That's what the luggage is doing. But the longer it goes on, the more convinced I become that I want it to be him." Which was sick. It was really, very sick, and Remus took another big swallow of his rum.
"It'll be fine, James," he said, seemingly returning to his old self. "It'll be fine, I'll get over it. We should get back to Sirius."