"Yeah, pretty bad. Everyone else thinks it's just as bad." Some had written about it, or maybe he just thought they had, and Remus - well, he was almost devastated by it. Maybe that should have been reason enough for him to not go; maybe it was the entire reason that he did.
"It's more than that, James," Sirius shook his head again, slowly this time. Part of him didn't want to say a word. "Remus doesn't even care for this place. I told him I want to stay and he thinks that's me preferring this life over our life. I wouldn't trade it for him, of course not, but it's like he doesn't understand. I lost you. You and Lily. And there's nothing I can do for Harry, and werewolves aren't safe there, but everyone here is mostly safe and mostly happy...He's all I have there, and that's fine, but I miss you, my you."
He tried as best he could to keep his voice from choking up. "There's always something here to make him unhappy, though. I just can't be that way. I'm trying to make it better and nothing seems to work. Not for long, anyway."