Sirius finally felt his watering eyes spill over. He didn't ever cry, but right now he was and he hated himself for it. He tried to mask it, to hunch his shoulder to keep himself from shaking, but it didn't change anything. He was still cold, tired, hungry, scared and, above all, hurt. He sniffled, his hand gripping the knob and releasing it at random intervals though it never dropped completely. "I hate you." Sirius repeated in a soft broken voice, making it obvious that he was crying now though he cleared his throat, dropping his hand to swipe at his face before he shakily reached out to turn the knob. Leave. That was what he had to do. He couldn't stay here. He couldn't. He wanted to curl up and pretend this had never happened. He wanted to forget.