"Skirts throw themselves at me whether I'm employed or not," Sirius pointed out, unconvinced that employment here was going to be such a wonderful thing. At least thinking about a job was distracting, something to focus on that wasn't being stuck here or how he was going to break the news.
It hit him suddenly that maybe they'd be able to change it. If she was from before, once they figured out how to get back, it could be different. He wasn't sure if that was an unrealistic hope, but he grabbed hold of it and was going to cling to it. He squeezed her hand, letting her lead him to the welcome center and then through her room.
He shook his head distractedly to her offer of snacks, clasping his hands behind his back. He couldn't decided if he wanted to pace or sit. For now, he thought he was too restless to sit.
"Lils. When are you from, then?" He asked, fixing grey eyes on her intently.