Sirius thought for a moment, then slowly shook his head.
"No. I'm not going to censor myself, and neither should you, unless you want too. It won't actually make a difference."
He began rubbing tiny circles absently on her lower back, completely unaware that he was doing it.
"Our fight wasn't even about the journals. I mean, Skeeters article didn't even really talk about orgies or threesomes or whatever, it was all that bullshit about being a werewolf just because I hired one. And maybe that started the fight but it sure as Hell wasn't what it was about."
He stared off into space for a moment.
"Did you know Narcissa hadn't spoken a word to me in 12 years? Regulus barely acknowledged I existed, and then he died, or I thought he did... The point is that none of these people have been part of my life since I was 15 years old, no matter who was at fault for that. They don't get to suddenly have a say in how I live now."