Remus had not touched the chocolates, everybody knew how much he loved chocolates but he had to think. Think about all that had happened, most importantly that because of Sirius he had almost killed someone. Remus had almost been a murderer, as a wolf he would have eaten (or at least mutilated) Severus Snape. Sirius' dislike for the dark-haired Slytherin was a well known fact, but setting Severus up to be attacked by the wolf was not a prank, it was... Remus was not sure what to call it but it was horrible.
He read Sirius' note over and over again. He missed his friend but he also was so hurt, his feelings and trust trampled on for a prank. He shuddered at the thought of what could have happened. Severus Snape could have been dead. Nobody deserved being attacked by a werewolf, he didn't remember much of his own attack, he was so young but he remembered the terror and he did not wish that on anyone.
Finally he got up and got his cloak, he decided that he needed to talk to Sirius, letting him know how he felt, how hurt he was. A big part of him hoped they could go back to being friends, he could never really explain why Sirius' actions had hurt him more then if anyone else would have set this up. He could not blame his friend for not knowing how much he loved him. Remus really loved Sirius, not just in a best friend way but in a way that would never be returned. Sirius would end up happily married with a pretty girl and Remus would not.
Slowly he made his way to the Quidditch pitch, he would explain his feelings to Sirius, except for the 'in love' part of the of course. He moved up the stands toward Sirius, taking a deep steadying breath.