Sirius pressed his lips together, the mention of James being enough to tear at him. He had no defence against that, of course not. It was strange, seeing that glimpse of what his life could have been, at least through his brother's eyes. He remembered a drunken night flying through London and avoiding muggle police with James. Something like that, perhaps.

Well. His life had been war and there was nothing like that. But James would have deserved better. James should be alive. Lily. Yet here they were instead. "It's only me. Carrying on the name of Black."

He smiled weakly. "Although now you're here, so maybe hurry up and get married."