Sirius was truly impressed with his brothers work. The library had always been one of Sirius' favorite places, but now it was absolutely glorious.
"This is amazing Reg, truly." He gave his brother a grin. "Did you find all the comics I hid around?"
He continued to poke around the room, so his brother's next words caught him conpletely off guard.
"Well, if you were blasted, that makes me the head of the Black family which means I decide who's a Black, and I say you are one, just like Andromeda is."
Sirius didn't know what he expected, but it wasn't that. How could Reg say that, like it was so easy? Like being disowned hadn't meant anything at all... Sirius felt himself tearing up, and he went rigid to try to stop what would be an insanely embarrasing emotional outburst.
"I never wanted to be a Black anyway," he mumbled, voicr gruff with unshed tears. He couldn't let Regulus know how much that meant to him, though he couldn't tell you why.