"I know you couldn't. I'm the killer." Sirius looked straight ahead, steering the motorcycle a little. Maybe he could take him there. Maybe he could allow him to meet Harry. Maybe it would all work out. "That's it though, isn't it? It makes sense. No one would have believed it was you or that it was Peter."

Sirius kept talking, almost just thinking out loud. "I was the powerful one, the dangerous one. Even when we weren't sure about you, Moony... Merlin, I never thought you were out there killing. Anything like that. You couldn't be. You? You are all good, you're soft. Like James... And you like rules way more than I've ever done."

There was a better way to communicate, but this was Sirius' first conversation with an adult in a long time. He didn't do well, it turned out. His mind was getting away from him and he was chuckling again. What a joke, life.