“No,” Sirius almost laughed. He hadn’t once talked with his parents after leaving home, and hadn’t attended their funerals, either.<br/>Uncrossing his hands, Sirius instead ran them through his hair, twisting it around his wrist at the nape of his neck, holding it to a loose bun. “No, we didn’t ever - uh - resolve anything.”<br/>Sirius hadn’t said it as a way to offer Draco hope that his parents would change their mind, finding that incredibly unlikely. Sirius simply cherished the fact that, despite all their parents’ efforts, he had gotten everything they hadn’t wanted him to have, and more.<br/>He relaxed his posture, letting his hair fall back between his fingers.<br/>“My parents wrote me out of their will, but my brother wrote me into his.”<br/>Sirius wondered if Draco had known Regulus, trying to find any sign of recognition in Draco’s expression. “I inherited it from him.”