"Beer," Sirius replied, a bit gruffly, grabbing a bottle and throwing it to his grandfather. "And horrible beer too, to be honest. But it's cheap, and I'm pretty sure it'll get you drunk as well as anything else."
He was already starting to feel it, after all. Thank fuck.
The other man looked as out of place as he did, and that made him feel better. Maybe he would be too tied up in his own confusion to judge Sirius like he was sure he wanted to do. After all, he was the embarrassment of the family tree. A stain of dishonor. The bane of his mother's happiness. Why would her father be any different?
Sirius drank half of another beer in one gulp before thumping down onto the couch and pinching the bridge of his nose.