Remus received another strange look in response before Sirius shuffled off to the bedroom and shut the door behind him. He stood, for a second, staring at the mahogany as he wondered what he had done wrong. Was Sirius upset that he hadn’t trusted him? He understood to an extent why he would be but surely he’d understand because of the circumstances that seemed to point everything in the direction of his guilt. Remus couldn’t have done anything else, he couldn’t have trusted him anymore than he did, before it all happened.