This was not at all how he wanted to start his day, how he wanted to spend any part of his day, starting or finishing or anything in between. And yet there he was with the one person in the hotel he'd done his very best to avoid entirely since his arrival. Sirius hadn't been sure he could be trusted around Snape, and now here he was in an enclosed place with him.
"I guess that makes us equally as useful - and me far more comfortable." He grumbled, he was too tired to fight, it had been years since he'd seen Severus, and he'd been more than content to go the rest of his life without ever seeing him again. And yet here they were now, seemingly stuck together for the moment like some sort of horrible cosmic joke.
He pushed himself up swinging his legs over one side of the bed, he'd become accustomed to living alone since he'd arrived, and having Snape in his room now only disturbed the peace he'd been starting to find here. "Stop doing that," He groused when Snape kept moving pulling at something it seemed as he moved about the room, like there was some sort of hook that was keeping them near one another. "What did you do?" Because obviously Snape had done something, Sirius had been sleeping, so he knew it hadn't been him, which left only one other person to explain this.