"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m sorry," Remus stammered, his face flushing so deeply pink that Sirius could see it clearly in the dimly lit cupola. "I’m so sorry, Sirius. I shouldn’t be putting all this on you. You did nothing wrong. You told me—in the clearest possible terms—that you didn’t want a relationship, and I went and fucking fell in love with you anyhow."