"Maybe," Sirius agreed grudgingly. His brother was right, there was a lot about magic that Sirius loved. He'd always just been instinctively good at it, and while he didn't want to admit it he knew a lot of that came from growing up like they had. He'd spent so much of his life running away from it, trying to be as muggle as he could to piss off his mother. It had worked. Too well. But he would always rather have her hurt him for something he did, rather than for something he just was. It as a fucked up kind of coping mechanism. Maybe it was time to let it go.
"When did you get smart?" He asked, smiling fondly at his little brother. "I'll try that. I can't think of anything off the top of my head, but I'll try."
He rubbed at the back of his neck and grinned ruefully.
"Peace is a weird idea. I don't think I know what that's like. Even at school, when things were actually good, I couldn't ever really... Nevermind. You don't need to listen to me whine anymore. Are you fully frozen yet? Or do you want to keep walking?"