Remus felt sick. As much as he always made excuses and played at being oblivious, even he couldn’t realistically think up any other context for that conversation. Something had happened with James and Sirius, and the only time they’d been drunk together lately was at the stag do. He and Wormtail had both passed out early. He’d asked Sirius the next day what he and James had got up to after he’d fallen asleep and Sirius had given some vague answer about having some drinks and chatting, but clearly there had been more to it than that. He’d been in the flat with them, had he even been in the same room? And James was engaged, getting married a week later.