Sirius sighed against James' shoulder, not ready to agree with him but not having the energy to argue with him either. He wondered if James would feel the same way if he actually knew all the things Sirius hadn't told him. The chance that he might not, even the slightest chance at all, was enough to make Sirius want to stay silent forever. James' admiration was one of the pillars of Sirius' already shaky self esteem. He couldn't handle losing it.
"Second chances," he mumbled. He took a long moment just breathing in the familiar smells of the dorms and James, his canine side filling in what his human side couldn't deal with. Finally he sat up, rubbed his eyes, and tried on a smile. It wasn't as wide as his fake smile, but it was a lot more real.
"Right. So. Flying? I don't want to lose the next Quidditch match."