Remus hesitated for a moment, knowing fully well that telling Sirius James was most likely in the process of fighting some Death Eater was not an good idea, or even an option, really. That would only cause Sirius to jump up and want to go fight--- with his broken leg and various gashes and brusies across his body. So. No. Lying was best. Even though Remus had always been horrible at lying; he usually just opted for changing the subject or giving some vague response.
"Sturgis is downstairs," Remus said in the same quiet tone, shifting the food in his arms to wave Sirius back into a more relaxed position. "Eat," he ordered, pointing at it with his index finger.
He had no clue what Sirius was talking about (well, he did, but he just didn't want to admit it), but at least his friend was showing signs of still being the old Sirius and not something--- different. He remember quite vividly the way James had came back over a year ago, and.... there weren't really words to describe how horrible it would be if their little group had to go through something like that again with Sirius. "No, it's--- dog soup," Remus tried, the sides of his face prickling up slightly.
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