Sirius made a dismissive sound. Socialized wasn't making friends, and it was all too easy for him to still see the awkward boy Regulus had been, now that he was looking for it.
"Sometimes, I bail them out, you know," he argued. Sirius ran a hand through his hair, dismayed. He did know that's what Dumbledore was doing, and it was easy to be angry about it. The first time around, Dumbledore and his secret missions and agendas had almost driven he and his friends apart, and HAD ended up helping Peter turn, even if he'd thought better of it in the end. He didn't LIKE Harry having to do shite on his own. "I know," he finally said, tone flat. "I'll tell Harry. But however you want to hand it over to them, I'm going to be there." If he could possibly manage it, at least.