"Good," he said, with a grin. "Great way to destroy all evidence too." He had a feeling that some other people might object, the people who hadn't seen the war, the very same people who were very welcoming, but Peter knew that they had accepted him, because they hadn't lived through the war. He had more of a problem accepting himself than they did. "I guess so, but we got here and so much was thrown at us, and I'm trying to make sense of it all, because I don't know, for the life of me, why I'd have wanted the Dark Lord back. Did I got crazy? What the hell happened to me?"
He chuckled. "I know you are. Everyone knew you were. People looked at you and Sirius and knew how much you could do." Peter had lived of reflected light, trying to keep up. He knew he had the brains, but not the charm. "Wait to thank me until I show you. I'm not fucking up this time. Whatever happened, whatever drove me mad isn't happening again."
Peter hadn't been there, another moment between Sirius and James, but he could have guessed. "James, we were kids. All of us, we were kids, but that means that Regulus was even younger than us. Do you know if he knew for sure? Have you asked Sirius? Have you talked to Regulus? I just- I know Remus is truly smitten and I can't imagine that he would if Regulus were that awful. I trust Remus."