James sat down slowly on the edge of Sirius' bed. He felt bad that he hadn't really thought about that side of things. James didn't really have secrets. He was no good at them - the only ones he'd ever managed to keep successfully were those relating to his friends. Those he would take to the death with him. But his own stuff... Well, James had always and would always be an open book.
"She won't tell anyone," he said, after a moment. "I know that's not the point - it's more that she knows at all. But she at least seems like she'll be decent about it."
James clasped his hands together between his knees, thinking. "But all that stuff... You don't have to tell me, its okay. But all of it. It doesn't say anything about you. You're loads more than all that stuff. You know that, right?"