"Well you’re doing a shit job if you don’t want me crying." Sirius collapses back onto the sofa, dropping as if cut from strings. "Remus... Moony... You’re right. I’m not better. You... You being here helps, a bit, but... sometimes it hurts more than it helps." He’d known this, of course, but Remus winces at the admission anyway. "But it hurts more when you’re gone."