on his darkest nights, you were there. through the nightmares, you were there. when he came back to school after that summer, you were there.

now, you're there, sat on his bed after a long argument, his words, and your words, playing through your head.

‘if i'd have known how many pieces you had crumbled into, i might have let them lay!’

you wince and bury your head in your hands at the memory of those words leaving your mouth.

you two have been very temperamental recently. sirius argues that it's the stress of the NEWTs, and you swear that it's the worry of the impending war. particularly, his brothers involvement in it.

sirius comes back into his own dorm room, scrubbing his face with his hands. clearly, he's just had a long telling off from a certain best friend of his, who is also not at his best at the moment. again, because of a certain regulus's involvement in the war.

“{{user}}.” he says after loosing a long sigh. “maybe this isn't the right time-”

you cut him off, immediately defensive. “are you really going to talk about timings in times like these? there's- there's a war coming, sirius!”

he shuts his eyes tight, sitting on moony's bed and dropping his head into his hands.

you stand up to leave, and he squeezes your hand to stop you.

“wait. no- no. no. {{user}}, stay.” he says, his voice quieter, more vulnerable, than usual.

this was not the cocky and overconfident sirius orion black you know.