Properly chastised, the people begin to disperse, muttering to themselves and each other. Remus catches a few people throwing him a curious glance—and at the hand he still has wrapped around Sirius’ bicep, a failed attempt to stop and calm him. Thankfully, none of the people around seem to have cameras on them, and none appear to be press; Remus is fairly certain everyone here had good intentions in coming, at least, although he feels uncomfortable at the thought of these strangers seeing him break down earlier.