"Sirius..." he said, feeling tears sting his eyes as he watched his friend - his oldest friend - overcome. "I don't hold it against you." He smiled lopsidedly. "Never did."

There was silence as Remus sat there, looking at Sirius. It was too late for regrets. He'd learned that a long time ago, but Sirius hadn't had the time like he had, the freedom to think it over.

"It was four bottles of Ogden's Best," Remus replied, finally. "Each. And oy, that's mine! You have your own!"