"Definitely not enough about you," Sirius deflected. He'd vomited up his soul to Peter yesterday, and it was still too raw. He didn't think he could talk to anyone about it right now without getting emotional.
"Those aren't small things Lils. You can talk to me about it. You, and James, and Harry..." Sirius stopped for a moment, the primal dread he felt every time he thought of James and Lily dying momentarily closing his throat.
"I spent my first week here literally losing my mind and trying to figure out a way to go back and change the past. Some days I'm still not sure I shouldn't do that. So if you need to, I don't know, freak out a little, I'm here. I can handle it, and I won't even tell James if you don't want me too."