InsaneJournal

Sirius was nervous. He'd been nervous from the moment he'd opened that first ominious text from Eames, although he'd tried to hide it behind a joke and a flippant remark. After all, it didn't take a genius to put two and two together, but he didn't want to believe it. Much the same way he hadn't wanted to believe Pete would hurt their friends like he had, despite the overwhelming evidence making it impossible to deny. But there was no evidence yet, he reminded himself, and Lily wasn't dead. Thankfully. Although who knew what could have...

Willing his anger and suspicion down - at least until he knew anything for sure - Sirius shook his head and bounded up the last few stairs to Eames and Finn's floor, striding down the corridor to knock sharply on the door. He was tired. Exhausted, actually. It hadn't exactly been an easy night for him, with Lily and Regulus both needing attention and between them keeping his nerves stretched almost to breaking point, and it had actually been a while since he'd pulled an all-nighter. Sirius smothered a yawn and, patience failing, tried to door handle, finding it open and sticking his dark head into the flat.

"Helloooo?" he trilled, before stepping a little further inside, stretching as he did so. He tried to push down that nervous feeling in the pit of his gut, to ignore the way his stomach curled or how his muscles across his shoulders were tight and stressed. He shouldn't be worrying. Sirius liked to claim he never worried, and here he was getting worked up over nothing. "Eames?" he tried again. "Panic over! I'm here!"