Shaking his head, Sirius put his mug back down on the table before he raised his hand to motion the waitress back over. "Nah, love. You miss your mum, there's nothing wrong with that at all." He placed another order, and told the waitress to keep them coming. He had a feeling that she'd need all the alcohol she could get tonight.
"I moved out of the family home when I was 16. Well, I was kicked out. I didn't follow the family norm and all that rubbish." He snorted with a shake of his head, "They're Pureblood elitists, and I didn't agree to their ideals." He snorted with a roll of his eyes before he took another drag on his cigarette. He tapped the white stick, dropping the ashes into the ashtray in front of him.
"My point is, my mum blasted me off the tapestry, and she wasn't a good woman to me when I was younger. She wasn't what I always thought a mother should be. My best mate? His mum was what I thought a mother should be, and I know it's a bloody shame to lose a good person like that." He smiled fondly as he thought of Mrs. Potter. "I am sorry, I hate that you're going through all of this and if there's anything that I can do to help? You let me know, love. I might not be much, but I can try to be helpful while I'm here."