Sirius had to put in an effort to pay attention to what she was saying, not because he wasn't interested, because he was, but because his head was still swimming in the aftermath of the war he waged upon his own body. It was obvious by the expressions that passed through her that she had her own things to deal with and her own past that haunted her, but somehow she still managed to bring a smile to his lips with her theory of different dimensions. Because, really, it could be true. Perhaps that was the alcohol talking, and usually thats what the alcohol did when he drank too much of it, but it was nice to think that, somewhere, everybody was okay. Even though it wasn't here, it made him feel a little bit better.
"Yeah, maybe." Her chipper attitude was almost contagious, and it was pleasant just as much as it was a little annoying. He wanted to be depressed, damn it, and she was making it hard. His eyes fell to the table, noticing the small device he used to post to the network, and he followed it up with a pained look. "And I've sufficiently made an arse of myself. Brilliant." He fell silent for a moment before following it up with,
"Maybe there's an alternate universe somewhere that has all of our friends playing cards together. Even the ones who showed up here and disappeared. Maybe they're not sent home at all, right?" It was weak, but it was something for him to cling onto. That was what he needed. "Maybe they don't even go back."