"Did you fancy him?" James prodded. He sniggered. "I'd rather suspected as much, with the care you took of that photo."
"I did not," Sirius growled. "Just because I wouldn't let you trade it to that bubble-headed Karina for a go at her--"
"Exactly!" James said smugly. "No regard for the needs of your fellow man. Of course, then I thought your expeditions into supplementing skirt with shirt were pure curiosity. Had I known you'd go and settle down with a man, I'd have been a deal more suspicious."
"James..." Sirius buried his changed face in his hands. He'd thought today couldn't got much worse, but that was before his dearly departed best mate had decided to float cross-legged over his bed and rag him about everything.
"Yes, Sirius?" James sang. "Any true confessions?"
"Yes." Sirius lifted his head and glared at James. "I'd forgotten what a berk you are."