"Well, normal for me," Sirius said with a snort. "I don't think I could pull off actual normal if I tried." Just having James here made him feel better. He had already started compartmentalizing again. Darkest things locked away the deepest, where they couldn't get out and hurt him.
"You're doing great buddy, don't let anyone tell you differently." He sat up straighter, but didn't stop leaning on his friend. "If, if I ever do talk about it... You and Moony, you're the only ones I'd ever tell. Just, not yet. Not today. But, someday. Maybe. I'll figure myself out enough one of these days." Or, well, maybe he wouldn't. That as probably more likely. But he was trying to optimistic here.
"I can't tell you anything about his life," Sirius said softly. "His shit is getting burried deep down with mine. But you know the worst part of being Snape? I got it. I understood him. I still do, even without him living in my head. I saw us the way he did, and Prongs, we were such fucking jerks. I mean, he was too, he gave as good as he got, but fuck. We were such total assholes. Part of me wants to apologize to him, but he might hex me and I wouldn't even blame him."