The name was what finally got Sirius to pause and catch his breath. He stared at Remus, allowing himself to be hopeful. He'd come around before. Of course he just needed some time to process it-- again-- for the first time.

"You believe me?" he asked.

Sirius, who had faith in so few things, had to have it in that. Fate wouldn't be that cruel to him. Hand him over to the Dementors, but at least let the people he loved know he was innocent.