"Merr," Sirius said, leaning back against the corner of the sofa. There was room for James to extend his legs back out if he wanted to - providing they kept well clear of Sirius' stomach. He lifted his gaze in time to watch a lion fell a wildebeast on the television and grimaced. Thankfully James was still flicking through the channels, though even the flash of movement seemed to be mocking his fragile state.
With a wide yawn Sirius sank down further on the sofa, letting his eyes shut for a moment.
"Drank too much, bottle lied," he managed, cracking open an eyelid to look at James. What day was it? Did he have work? James didn't look like he was getting ready for anything particular.
Finally the television produced something worthwhile: the weather. The program itself would have been tedious at best if not for the fetching blonde in the tight skirt and the low cut blouse who seemed to be saying something about a cold front somewhere. Satisfied, he relented in his quest and dropped the remote on the couch between them, pushing his leg back out a ways. As he huffed a laugh through his nose James' brow quirked up in Sirius' direction. It was an explanation that was a bit blander than he was anticipating. That was only disappointing, really. After all, it's not like one really needed a special occasion. And of course Sirius drank a bit, hell, they all did. There wasn't any reason for Sirius' well-worn state to conjure up concern. Besides, after the stupid bloody nonsense with Regulus, if James were in Sirius' shoes he'd likely need a bit of help drifting off as well. As James saw it, the best course of action when it came to rest of the Blacks was just ignoring them to keep them from burrowing into your brain and making a mess of things. Sirius just needed a bit of distraction. On that particular morning, James wasn't exactly opposed to a bit of diversion himself. "What have you got on for today?" he asked, folding over the bag of crisps and setting it on the floor.
Sirius gave a 'hm' of appreciation for the weather girl. If he'd had the inclination Sirius might have asked what a cold front was, and whether his services might be required to warm said front.
In the hung-over haze Sirius had quite forgotten about Regulus. That had been the original plan of course, but Sirius could really remember that now either. It had all seeped into the collection of things he wanted to forget, and who wanted to remember what they'd tried to forget?
"Today..." he said, as though testing a foreign concept. That probably meant today was a weekend day, and he didn't have to work.
With no real plans (or perhaps he had, and he'd forgotten those too), Sirius was happy to leave the entertainment to James. Or the television. Anything would be better than slinking up to bed and waiting for Remus' silent reprimands.
"Nothing," he said finally, realising an answer was required. He gave a nod towards the screen.
James smiled a bit, pleased that it looked as though he'd have a proper bit of company for the day. Things between Sirius and Remus were carrying an undercurrent of tension, and he couldn't help but wonder if maybe there was more to Sirius sleeping on the couch than an alcohol-induced sleepiness that prevented many a man from trudging up the stairs when there was a perfectly good sofa to be used. Remus wasn't saying much about it, but that was rather par for the course in that department. Maybe he'd ask Lily about it. Then again, maybe not. It seemed a bit easier to discuss the past than the present. Part of him was quite certain it wouldn't matter, since they'd be talking about Sirius and Remus. Another part of him was just weary of minding his thoughts so much.