James looked across at Sirius' profile. He knew he couldn't really get it, as much as he wanted to. James had grown up adored by both his parents, and he'd loved them equally. The week they'd died had been one of the worst of his life. He could barely remember the funeral - it had been a haze of dark robes, Lily's red hair and Sirius' hand on his shoulder. As far as that stuff went, the Black family may as well have been a different species.
"I know I'm no good at this stuff," he told him, quietly. "But if you ever did want to tell me anything, ever, I'll always listen. Or, you know, if you don't, that's good too. We can not talk about stuff whenever you want."
"Where else would I be?" He asked, with a faint smile. James' elbow made contact with Sirius' side in a gentle nudge, staying there in a unspoken touch.
"What about Sni- Snape?" He asked, after a moment. "Do you want to talk to him? Would it help? I could go with you." He'd even apologise, if if made Sirius stop looking like that. Right now, James would do anything in the world to stop Sirius looking like that.