"I..." Sirius looked around the living room, at this amazing place Regulus had made for himself. It was hard to see the house it had been before, but even now Sirius could still tell it was there. The years of fear and pain and abusr had seeped into the walls, and the scars on Sirius' chest began to itch.
"I think what you've done here is amazing. But this isn't my home. It can't be my home. I have a place, I'm renovating a nightclub, and I have a flat there. I, I'm not rejecting you, okay? It's just, this place... Even with everything you've done, I could never live here again. I'd go mad. Well. Madder than I already am."