Sirius doesn't know what Remus has seen, doesn't know what he might know or not - how could he? Sirius himself has only been here for a handful of hours, last remembers falling through that veil.. but Remus is looking at him as if he's seen a ghost, a fierce pain in his eyes.
Slowly, Sirius sits up, hair wild and pillow lines on his cheeks, and he scrubs both hands over his face, then squints toward Remus again.
"Don't know," he says, honestly, and turns to swing one leg over the side of the bed. "Might be. But I don't think so."
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Sirius doesn't know what Remus has seen, doesn't know what he might know or not - how could he? Sirius himself has only been here for a handful of hours, last remembers falling through that veil.. but Remus is looking at him as if he's seen a ghost, a fierce pain in his eyes.
Slowly, Sirius sits up, hair wild and pillow lines on his cheeks, and he scrubs both hands over his face, then squints toward Remus again.
"Don't know," he says, honestly, and turns to swing one leg over the side of the bed. "Might be. But I don't think so."