Sirius shrugged again, really not sure how to answer that. He'd spent the majority of his life fighting against being a Black and everything that came with it. But the truth was he had never hated his family. He had just wanted them to accept him. Now here was Regulus, doing precisely that. Sirius wanted to just accept it and move on, but it was hard.
"Yeah. Sure. Best foot forward and all that. I'm glad he's not dead." Another understatement. James had been there when Sirius first head Regulus was dead and had seen the meltdown. He just... He didn't know how to feel. It was easier not to feel at all.