It didn't seem to fucking matter what he did, it just got worse. What was the point in doing anything then? James just got more pissed off no matter what Sirius said. And clearly it had been a mistake. It had been. James didn't even get that they had been jokes. James! And they had known each other since that first train ride. And lived together for over a year full time, even when not at school. And James knew him so fucking well and still assumed the worst about him. That wasn't what best mates were supposed to do.
"I just don't bother correcting most of the world that I'm not bad," Sirius replied. So maybe that explained Lily thinking so poorly of him. She didn't know better. Why would she? But she wasn't James. And she didn't matter worth a damn next to James.
"It pissed him off that's for sure," Sirius snorted and rolled his eyes, "But that wasn't how I meant it. And I didn't do anything wrong." For once. A joke in bad taste wasn't great, but it wasn't a terrible sin. And they both made horrible jokes all the damn time. His arms crossed, and Sirius leaned back against a wall. James was the one who had acted like a prick.