He isn’t ready to talk—he doesn’t think he’ll ever be ready to talk—but the alternative is to sit in this room, in Sirius’ bed, until the man himself comes to kick him out and force him into the conversation anyway, so Remus doesn’t feel like he has much choice. He groans again, scrubbing his hand over his face. The thought comes, unbidden, that things would be much easier—for everyone, and maybe for himself—if he had joined Estee—but no. Remus pushes the thought out.