"I'm going to choose to take that as a compliment," he said, almost dryly. There was a packet of crisps in front of him. That was distraction enough to keep him from worrying too much about the impression his brother left on anyone.
Sirius was his own man. The people here could see them as separate. There didn't need to be a shadow.
He took a couple crisps. "I'm not sure what these are meant to taste like, but they're not bad."