"What do you think? Watching us make a spectacle of ourselves." Sirius glowers. "There better not be any press here." Then, dropping Remus’ hand—Remus tries to not reel at the sudden cold emptiness—Sirius marches over to the small crowd. Remus follows him, because even though it has been years, Remus has long since honed his sixth-sense for when Sirius is about to do something impulsive and reckless.