"I know I’m not James, and it’s not quite the same, but... I’ve had Mrs. Potter’s curry, and yours, and your curry has always reminded me of home in a way; those years of living together." There’s an awkward way in which Remus talks around it, as if he wants to offer but is scared to, like he regrets even the suggestion that he had called their flat home, like he wants Sirius to hear that he’s willing to try Sirius’ curry and nothing else. "I could..." Remus shrugs noncommittally, trying for casual but failing.