Sirius sat up and slipped over to Remus'side, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and resting his head against his arm.
"You're right. I hate it, but you're right." He closed his eyes and tried to let go of it all. His plans for going back, for making things right. What did right even mean in this context? "I, I was only thinking about us. About James and Lily and Harry. About you, alone, and me in that place, and Peter..." the bitter ache of thar betrayal would never go away. Sirius still could barely believe it.
"I don't want to make things worse. But you know me," he have a shaky little laugh. "No head for the big picture stuff."
He couldn't quite seem to let go of it all though. The chance to make things better was so intoxicating. Though, maybe this was the chance. Maybe being here, now, was the only chance he'd ever realistically get. James was alive. Remus was here. Sirius hadn't gone to Azkaban. Maybe this new life was what he'd been wanting all along. They could try to figure out what happened here, maybe the castle would even bring Lily. That would make James happy. Maybe this could be perfect after all. The Marauders, living in Gryffindor tower together for the rest of their lives...