Sirius was sitting with his head on his hand, feeling as if his life were over, when he became aware that he was not alone. Half afraid to discover that James or Peter had somehow ferreted out his position and come to - well, he didn't know come to do what, just something - but to his surprise as he lifted his head, he discovered that it was Remus and his heart felt ready to burst. He was so on edge, that he had to take deep breaths to keep himself from crying, and he pinched the bridge of his nose, which was more effective. Even so, tiny drops escaped from the corners of his eyes. Sirius blessed the darkness.
"Remus, please please please forgive me," he fairly groveled, in a voice which shook with emotion. "I didn't mean to- I swear I didn't- I never wanted, I never thought- Dammit, I wasn't trying to hurt him, please believe me."
His hands clenched as he spoke, white knuckled, the only thing which prevented him from falling at Remus' feet and crying in despair, but he held on to that much dignity. Although it might end that way yet.
"Please say something," he begged, "I've been losing my mind for the past week. Do you hate me now? Is that it? Remus, I couldn't bear it if you hated me, I just couldn't-" He shut up quickly, for if he said another word, the tears would be past holding in. In fact, he was too late, they were sliding silently down his cheeks. He tried to be discreet and wipe at them, but he was past the point of rationality for the moment.