His eyes flash with worry, panic sitting in his limbs. He doesn't want to see desperate, but the thought of Sirius leaving right now is a bad one. "What, you're going?" he asks, a bit dumbfounded. "Is it because you're mad that I forgot the date?"

And he did, he quite literally forgot even making it. Still pressing the rag to his nose, he tries not to look too pathetic. "I'm really sorry about that. I am."