“Sirius -” he stopped again, giving Sirius an anguished look. “Look at you. You’re hot and well-read and empathetic and kind. You can do so much better than someone like me. What do I have to offer? Just a big mess and a lot of problems. You deserve better than that. You deserve to be with someone who can be there for you, and be supportive when you need it. Ninety percent of the time, I’m too exhausted to take care of myself, let alone anyone else.”

Sirius stared at him. “You think you don’t deserve someone who’s supportive of you?”

“That’s beside the point,” Remus mumbled, shrugging uncomfortably.