Sirius nodded his head, suddenly feeling very tired and very old. He felt worn, like the weight of the world had fallen on his shoulders and he wasn't sure if he could carry the burden of it anymore.
"There's another set of wedding bands," he whispered. "Our mother and fathers. We'll put them on them, when we bury them. Dumbledore cleared the house, I'm sure he took their things. We'll put her in something pretty and him in his Auror robes. It's only right. We'll get Regulus' baby blanket, it's in a box in the attic with his other childhood things. We'll put that with them too."
Talking about laying his little brother to rest was not easy, but focusing on it at least kept the tears at bay. "I love you. I'm glad that we've had all this time together."