Sirius took the clothes which Remus held out to him. Feeling confused, he quickly donned them. He felt funny all of a sudden, at sea with himself. But he didn't know why. He was getting the funniest feeling in the pit of his stomach. But he wasn't sick, and he couldn't explain it.
He kept looking at Remus, as if he could not tear his eyes away from him, even though he was more familiar with the sight of his friend than just about anyone else he knew.
He took a step toward Remus. He began to sway toward him, uncertainly. "Remus?" he said, reaching out toward him, feeling as if he might faint, which was a most silly idea.