"I noticed." He rested his chin on Barty's shoulder, feeling sick and tired, his body exhausted. All he wanted to do was block out the world and all he'd learned because nothing good came from it. He wished he'd stayed dead. "It feels so wrong. Everything in this world, it's wrong." Barty shouldn't have suffered as he did, he shouldn't have the nightmares he does and God, to see Sirius like that. Betrayed by a friend? He hated it.