Well. Let it never be said that Sirius didn't know him well. In a matter of mere seconds he had managed to touch on a great number of sore spots which left Remus with his lips slightly parted--as if he wanted to gasp, or say something, but found he couldn't. He remembered all that, all of it, and if things had been different there was no doubt in his mind that he would have been with Sirius. But the fact of the matter was that he had died. He had died and Remus had lived. He had been miserable in his mourning and he had connected with Dora. Their connection grew to be more which was precisely why he was sitting here, imploring Sirius to at least try to see his point. Sirius had a tendency not to do that when his opinion was different though.
Wincing not only as he pronunciation of the should-be endearing title, but the mention of the moon as well, he paused. "I'm not asking you for that." he replied quietly after a moment, swallowing the lump in his throat and forcing himself to remain as calm as he possibly could. "I'm asking you--to try to understand." he pointed out, pursing his lips together before continuing. "It's not like I chose someone over you--I didn't leave you to be with someone else--I didn't replace you, didn't betray you, I would never do that." Remus replied, finally raising his eyes once he was sure he had himself settled. "I didn't chose any of this--for any of this to happen, but it did happen." There was no need to point out how unfair life was, if anyone knew that Sirius did.
Finally standing, he cleared his throat. "If you don't want--" To remain his friend? Talk to him? Acknowledge him? "--anything more to do with me. That's your choice. I won't force myself on you, though I hope you'll choose otherwise." he replied, feeling a dull ache in his chest and a flip of his stomach. He was almost positive he wouldn't be sleeping tonight. He remained motionless though, waiting for Sirius to make the next move.