_________________________<br/><br/>James sat comfortably across Sirius' bed, shoulder blades barely resting against the wall behind him. He was chewing the bite of pizza still in his hand as he carefully looked around Sirius' room.<br/>The move had been easy, nothing else than James' drawing table really needing to man to carry it; the beers had gone down just as easily. Whatever was going through James' mind, he seemed in a good mood, his foot tipping as if in time with a melody.<br/>"I love your room," James eventually breathed, some pizza still muffling his speech. The room was cluttered in the best way, but behind the posters the walls were freshly painted and the wood floors recently sanded. "I get why you'd want to stay."