"I don't believe you!"

Which was the worst part of it. As much as he loved Sirius, as much as his heart wanted him to move forward, to take Sirius's face between his hands and kiss him? His head knew better. His head had seen the aftermath. And it was his head keeping him taking another step back.

He's about to turn when Sirius...offers that. A muscle jumps in his cheek as his jaw tenses, turning back to the other boy--young man. "That's easy to offer when you know there's no way you'll have to do it." He flexes his hand. Which has been healed because of Sirius and he's trying so hard not to think about that. "I don't have my wand. I doubt you do either." It's not like he'd have been allowed to keep his wand in Azkaban. "I doubt we have the ingredients for a veritaserum, nor do I think there is a pensieve here, either."

Remus closes his eyes a moment before shaking his head, swallowing hard. "I can't. I can't..." He couldn't say that there wasn't a part of him that wanted to believe Sirius. But there was too much that he knew to do so.