"All the rules I knew don't apply here," he said after a moment of comfortable silence. "Sirius, my brother, he's...he's always been the rebel, always been loud and defiant. Plastering his room with pictures of half naked women and cars and movie posters and things. I think..." He chewed the inside of his cheek.
He'd tested the waters with Lupin and Peter in his own way. Had done his best to find the courage to find a place where his brother could meet him. Figuratively, of course.
"I think he and I are both better out of that house. Like we might have a chance at being brothers instead of prisoners. He's just got a head start on me that's all."
Finally, he let go of Klaus' hand, but only so he could stretch out on the floor and listen properly. He stayed close. Close was good.