Sirius stood up again, sliding his hand into James' and pulled him to their bed. "Marlene was just here." He said like that explained anything. He still wasn't sure how he was supposed to start this, how were you supposed to start a conversation about how you wished you were dead for 5 years of your life?
"We talked some, a little about Peter." Though that had really only been a very minimal part of their conversation. Instead they had spent more time talking about him than anything else. "She thought you and I should talk." He paused and shook his head. "I think we should talk."
"Remember when you told me you'd always be around to talk about Azkaban when I was ready?" He asked though he knew James would remember that conversation, it was a stupid question, just words to keep himself from stopping all together. "I think I want to talk about some of that now."