Sirius can feel his stomach turning under the gaze Remus is putting upon him. It's clear that this time Remus is much further along. He's not their school chum. He's their mourner. He's the Remus that Sirius has betrayed, one way or another.
And now he's being asked to explain how they're standing here. James could be a ghost, perhaps, although Sirius was never clear on how that sort of thing worked when the death was due to the killing curse. But Sirius was supposed to be in prison until Remus' middle age. And here he is, on the verge of turning 17. Not a traitor yet, unless he'd always been one.
Like Peter.
But no. He can't say that, not after Peter's come and gone. Not after he saw the Peter isolated in Storybrooke's wood with his rooms filled with cages.
God. Where does he start? Where can he possibly begin when Remus thinks the absolute worst of him? He draws a breath and lets it out shakily.
"You'll...probably believe James more than me. But, um." Sirius glances at James, both looking for and giving support. "We're in a place that. Doesn't much care for time. Or place, I guess."
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And now he's being asked to explain how they're standing here. James could be a ghost, perhaps, although Sirius was never clear on how that sort of thing worked when the death was due to the killing curse. But Sirius was supposed to be in prison until Remus' middle age. And here he is, on the verge of turning 17. Not a traitor yet, unless he'd always been one.
Like Peter.
But no. He can't say that, not after Peter's come and gone. Not after he saw the Peter isolated in Storybrooke's wood with his rooms filled with cages.
God. Where does he start? Where can he possibly begin when Remus thinks the absolute worst of him? He draws a breath and lets it out shakily.
"You'll...probably believe James more than me. But, um." Sirius glances at James, both looking for and giving support. "We're in a place that. Doesn't much care for time. Or place, I guess."