"It wasn't a miracle, it was hubris. Or simple stupidity, pick whichever you choose." It comes with flat annoyance at himself more than anything else, but Sirius doesn't explain any further. Perhaps to Remus it could have been seen as a game of chess but at the time Sirius saw only the black and white of the board, and lost sight of the possible pieces in play. He had been so convinced that switching the Secret Keepers was the right move to make that he actually argued with James about it, argued, which was something that the two rarely did despite them having lived together from the age of sixteen until James found a place with Lily. Maybe if Remus had been the original Secret Keeper, James would still be alive.
He doesn't fight when Remus gives him the plate, but he does give a pointed look that says making food was supposed to be for Remus in the first place, not him, and Moony is only getting away with feeding him because Sirius is allowing it. "There are a couple of nice book stores around here," he responds in a tone that's decisively lighter, putting the plate down to remove the cap from the whipped cream. "But if you're looking for local history I would suggest the library, it's not that far." Sirius has spent ample time around books since he's arrived here, they're one of the very few things that are almost the same here and back home. He's getting better as using muggle technology for research, but he doesn't know if he'll ever be comfortable with it.
"That's the question, isn't it? They're so welcoming, allowing us to show up here and providing jobs and housing. Nobody does that for free, so what are they getting out of it?" Despite the somewhat serious content of their conversation Sirius shakes the can and throws his head back, opening his mouth and spraying an ample amount in before adding more to his pancakes. He offers the can up for Remus to take it if he wants. "'s good, 's jus' sugar," he explains through a mouthful before managing to swallow, and he turns to a cupboard to grab the syrup.
"No." His response to Remus's question comes so quickly that Remus barely has time to finish it, and it suggests that he either hasn't thought at all as to whether he does have questions, or he's thought so much that he knew the answer beforehand. Of course he has questions, but none of them are ones Remus can answer, and they would only serve to bring back that awkward discomfort between them that Sirius dreads. Why would Albus put Moony in such a terrible position, why was he still there after the war ended, would he have ever written or had he simply given up and mentally moved on... the list is long, each inquiry less constructive than the last.
"I'll take you to the library if you want. Tomorrow." Syrup is poured onto his pancakes with one hand as the other summons a second plate for Remus. "Take a day to adjust and relax before you jump into research mode. Believe me, just a little recovery time does wonders. I could barely stand or speak when I got here, taking some down time made all the difference." He sits at the small kitchen table, thinking nothing about the brief description of his shape upon arrival, and although he starts to cut his pancakes with a fork he doesn't eat, waiting for Remus to sit down with him before starting. It would be rude.
"If you aren't sick of me yet we can watch a movie." After placing his fork down he leans back in his chair with casual ease, one foot on his seat to rest an arm across his bent knee while the other hangs over the back. "Klaus showed me Wizard of Oz recently, it's about this girl who gets sucked into this magical world from a tornado, or something? And there are these witches - one is green for some bloody reason - and some terrifying creatures that follow her around. A man of metal, a botched animagi and some bloke who's a sentient pile of straw? Fuckin' hilarious, you have to see it if you haven't already."
There's a pause when Sirius waits for Remus to finish making his food, a contemplative one, before he makes the offer slowly. "I can get you in touch with everyone else. In the resistance," he clarifies. "I would have to make sure the majority is comfortable with another member," he rolls his eyes a little, now a bit annoyed at himself, "which is a rule that I made so I would have to follow it, but I don't foresee an issue. Until that happens though make no mention of it on your device." He wiggles the band on his wrist as reference. "We're all pretty convinced that the government is monitoring everything that's being said so I came up with an alternative communication method. With help, of course." And he should mention that help, but Sirius is so wrapped up in trying to keep everything normal, the thought unfortunately doesn't cross his mind right now. He'll probably pay for that later. "If you're truly interested, that is."
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He doesn't fight when Remus gives him the plate, but he does give a pointed look that says making food was supposed to be for Remus in the first place, not him, and Moony is only getting away with feeding him because Sirius is allowing it. "There are a couple of nice book stores around here," he responds in a tone that's decisively lighter, putting the plate down to remove the cap from the whipped cream. "But if you're looking for local history I would suggest the library, it's not that far." Sirius has spent ample time around books since he's arrived here, they're one of the very few things that are almost the same here and back home. He's getting better as using muggle technology for research, but he doesn't know if he'll ever be comfortable with it.
"That's the question, isn't it? They're so welcoming, allowing us to show up here and providing jobs and housing. Nobody does that for free, so what are they getting out of it?" Despite the somewhat serious content of their conversation Sirius shakes the can and throws his head back, opening his mouth and spraying an ample amount in before adding more to his pancakes. He offers the can up for Remus to take it if he wants. "'s good, 's jus' sugar," he explains through a mouthful before managing to swallow, and he turns to a cupboard to grab the syrup.
"No." His response to Remus's question comes so quickly that Remus barely has time to finish it, and it suggests that he either hasn't thought at all as to whether he does have questions, or he's thought so much that he knew the answer beforehand. Of course he has questions, but none of them are ones Remus can answer, and they would only serve to bring back that awkward discomfort between them that Sirius dreads. Why would Albus put Moony in such a terrible position, why was he still there after the war ended, would he have ever written or had he simply given up and mentally moved on... the list is long, each inquiry less constructive than the last.
"I'll take you to the library if you want. Tomorrow." Syrup is poured onto his pancakes with one hand as the other summons a second plate for Remus. "Take a day to adjust and relax before you jump into research mode. Believe me, just a little recovery time does wonders. I could barely stand or speak when I got here, taking some down time made all the difference." He sits at the small kitchen table, thinking nothing about the brief description of his shape upon arrival, and although he starts to cut his pancakes with a fork he doesn't eat, waiting for Remus to sit down with him before starting. It would be rude.
"If you aren't sick of me yet we can watch a movie." After placing his fork down he leans back in his chair with casual ease, one foot on his seat to rest an arm across his bent knee while the other hangs over the back. "Klaus showed me Wizard of Oz recently, it's about this girl who gets sucked into this magical world from a tornado, or something? And there are these witches - one is green for some bloody reason - and some terrifying creatures that follow her around. A man of metal, a botched animagi and some bloke who's a sentient pile of straw? Fuckin' hilarious, you have to see it if you haven't already."
There's a pause when Sirius waits for Remus to finish making his food, a contemplative one, before he makes the offer slowly. "I can get you in touch with everyone else. In the resistance," he clarifies. "I would have to make sure the majority is comfortable with another member," he rolls his eyes a little, now a bit annoyed at himself, "which is a rule that I made so I would have to follow it, but I don't foresee an issue. Until that happens though make no mention of it on your device." He wiggles the band on his wrist as reference. "We're all pretty convinced that the government is monitoring everything that's being said so I came up with an alternative communication method. With help, of course." And he should mention that help, but Sirius is so wrapped up in trying to keep everything normal, the thought unfortunately doesn't cross his mind right now. He'll probably pay for that later. "If you're truly interested, that is."