There was something undeniable different in their interaction that Sirius couldn’t quite pinpoint. Maybe it was just the fact that it had been so long, so many milestones had passed both of them by and it was difficult to stay the same.<br/>However, Sirius refused to think too much of it, just wanting the time he<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>get to have with Moony to be the best possible.<br/>He had had a lot to think about in the past couple of weeks, things that made his head spin and made him feel almost sick to his stomach. It was so much easier to just hang out and pretend that it was exactly like the old days.<br/>“It’s terrible,” he said, the smile of his lips lessening as he thought about being in the manor. It was suffocating and if it hadn’t been for Moony, he didn’t even know what he would have done. Sometimes it seemed a lot easier to just run away and never come back.<br/>“My mother hates my hair and keeps telling me every single time she sees me,” he said, running a hand over said hair, which was long and tied in a messy bun, strands of hair escaping from it and framing his face. “Both of them think that my grades suck and that I should stop playing lacrosse to focus on my studies. So you know, same old.”<br/>Sirius really didn’t want to talk about his home life, but he also knew that Moony was the only one he trusted to understand. James did his best, but he didn’t have the same background with him as Moony had.<br/>“Let’s not talk about them. What have you been up to?”