"My, we're getting right to the point today, aren't we?" Remus asked wryly after a laughing sigh. Of course that was the only reason James was here. Although he knew that wasn't fair, that James could very well have come by simply to check on him after the moon or because he cared to see him, Remus didn't feel that was right. Intellectually, it added up. Yes. Emotionally? No. James was here about Sirius. A small but very present, petulant part of him wanted to tell him to go ask Sirius if he was so damn curious, but at the same time... Sirius didn't even know the issue. He didn't know there was an issue and it was clearly Remus who needed the help. It was Remus who desperately needed someone to talk to, someone to help him figure this all out.
Remus watched him there, lying comfortably on Regulus's bed and wondered how far back James would jump if he told him whose bed it was.
But, right. Questions needed answers and all that.
"Sirius... he came to get me. I don't know what time it was, the sun wasn't up yet. Apparently, I didn't do quite as bad a number on myself as last time, didn't need stitching." That sounded innocent enough, didn't it? Remus wanted to leave it at that, he wanted to leave it at the simple fact that Sirius went to get him. He hadn't even noticed he'd looked away from James until he thought he should really stop ripping his nail as he was doing at that moment.
"He patched me up," he added eventually, his voice a bit quieter. The blush rose on his cheeks and he closed his eyes to add, "Had a really big cut up the inside of my thigh?" It hadn't meant to be a question, but it sure sounded like one. And he was doing that thing to his nail again. "And all over my chest and. I fell asleep. I don't remember getting here."