"Well, it doesn't matter, does it?" Sirius replies, gaze catching briefly on the rag Kieren has pressed to his nose. He does worry, even now, about that trickle of blood. It's not the first time he's seen Kieren bleed, but it's unnerving all the same. Kieren had panicked the last time, had asked that they stop what they were doing so he could get his wits about him.

Now he seems hardly worried in the least.

Sirius runs a hand through his hair, lips still curled in a frown. "It didn't have to be a date," he points out. "We could've just arranged to meet up, not go anywhere. Maybe you might've remembered then."