"He'd give up everything for me so I'd rather think he does." With a small smile, he looked at Sirius and felt oddly haunted by his form and his words. Fucking Pettigrew, how could he do this? "Try to stay sane and, you know, maybe drink half a bottle instead." He gave Sirius a concerned look, hating how much he worried but he knew he couldn't do anything. All he could do was walk away.
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