Sirius was lying on the couch with a practiced laziness, but there was something in his bearing that belied the attitude. His eyes were too dark, his jaw too set, his shoulders too tense. He was an attractive young man, in a thousand ways, but now he looked...shattered. Empty. Hollow.
He sat up a bit, smiling at his grandfather with an impish smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"It's the future for me. Or, aw, who bloody knows. I'm just glad I'm not in Azkaban at the moment. Even though I deserve to be there."