A/N: K, so there were a few requests for a sequel to the ficlet from the second, "Sorry" so here it is. Go read "Sorry" if you haven't already.

Oh and yeah, I know this isn't what you had in mind. But I'm an evil bitch ;) No, I'm afraid there WILL be no happy ending for this plot. Because in the real world, that just doesn't happen, kiddies. Not unless you're really lucky.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and settings. All I own is the pretty, pretty plot.

Warning: Slash, swearing, angst.

Challenge: People on Bebo and LiveJournal are giving me prompts for Sirius/Remus fics, and I'll write one (or just biff the lot and write whatever I want) per day, posting them there, and here. This'll go on for the whole of May, so feel free to pop over to my LJ (link in my profile) and drop me a prompt!

Prompt: Just a few people asking for a sequel.

Why

The next day was possibly the worst of Sirius' life. Remus clearly hadn't told anyone, but he hadn't changed his mind either. What's worse, all through breakfast he sat as far from Sirius as possible, careful not to touch him, or even look at the other Gryffindor unless he had to. Sirius, for the first time ever, was subdued all through breakfast. He was silent, eating without speaking more than a few simple words to James, and kept his eyes on his food at all times. James and Peter had clearly realised something was wrong, as James was filling the uncomfortable silence with constant chatter, and he and Peter were sharing glances the whole time. The second he was done eating, Sirius stood up wordlessly and left. James immediately rounded on Remus.

"What did you do to him? I've never seen Sirius go a whole breakfast without saying anything! And you're all jumpy around him!"

"I didn't do anything!" Remus yelped in a strange voice. "It was him." The second sentence was near silent, and James wasn't exactly sure what he had said.

"What did he do then? It must have been bloody big, even after That Incident, he talked nonstop."

"He... nothing. He'll tell you when he's ready." Remus sighed, getting up and leaving the table, with some excuse that included the word library. James didn't hear, he was trying to figure out what Sirius could do that he wouldn't tell James about, but would upset Remus. He shovelled the rest of breakfast in his mouth, grateful of their free period, and headed to where he already knew Sirius would be; the Shrieking Shack.

James was right on the money. Sirius was sitting in the shack, knees drawn up to his chin, clearly deep in thought.

"What's the matter, mate?" James sat down next to him, hugging his knees in identical posture. "Talk to old prongsey."

Sirius shook his head. "You wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

"You'd be disgusted."

"I'm not disgusted by Remus."

"I kissed him." Sirius' words sounded both hollow and full of despair somehow, and James was taken aback. Never had he thought... Sirius... gay... wow.

"I kissed him." Sirius said again, returning James to the real world. "And he pushed me away. He was disgusted."

"Oh." James said. And then instantly, he knew the only thing he could do. He wrapped his arms around Sirius, and the other man returned the embrace, crying gently into James' shirt.