"If you say so, but it still sounds terribly Gryffindorish to me," he said, smiling. "Come on, I can show you one room that's very definitely not Gryffindorish."
He didn't try to pull away, but would slow down when he could feel their bodies get too far. He wasn't sure when he'd started to need his brother, or maybe he always had and just learned to ignore it. "This isn't going to be easy, you know that, right? You and I. I"m not saying it because I want to argue. I want this to work. We are what's left of the Black family. Bella is crazy and in Azkaban. Narcissa and Andromeda have their lives."
He knew that sooner rather than later Potter would be mentioned and things would escalate, but not just now. "Here, this is myliving room." The green was overwhelming compared to the rest of the house, but it still had red chairs in the room. "I want you to come here when you like. Once I'm done redoing the attic, there will be seven bedrooms, eight if I use the one on the ground floor. There's one of me. Plenty of room in case you want a place to stay- you want a home."