Sirius was not brooding. And her certainly wasn't letting anything Regulus said get to him. He definitely wasn't upset about it. And most importantly he wasn't going to let Clorinda know anything was wrong. Not when it was still their dirst few days. Not ever, if he was being honest. She had married a charming daredevil who rode a motorbike and had sex in ancient tombs, not a sadsack who brooded just because his brother hated him enough to join a literal desth cult to get back at him...
Except it didn't seem to be working.
"You're upset. You drink more when you're upset and then you get angry and then you apologise."
He winced, temper flaring dangerously, before he quickly tamped it down and opened his mouth to appologize. Of course henthen realized he was doing exactly what she'd just pointed out he did, and closed it again.
"I can ignore it, but I don't know how well this marriage will work if we always ignore it. You can tell me what's wrong. Or I can ask and you can tell me some times and not others. What is your preference?"
Sirius just looked at her, unsure of what to say. His natural instinct was to deny everything and buy her a diamond or something. But her gentle, matter of fact tone didn't really leave room for that. She wasn't asking if he was upset, just stating facts, and so there was nothing to deny. Nothing to push against. It was odd.
"I... Sorry. I didn't mean for you to, uh..." Damn. He felt completely off kilter. Who was this woman and what sort of black magic did she practice!