Having eaten down to the crust, James thoughtlessly flipped the dry piece of bread between his fingers. He had tipped his head to meet Sirius' eye, trying to read from his expression what he hadn't been able to hear in his voice.<br/>"Why?" he asked when he failed to judge the intent of the comment, an grin easily spreading across his lips. James found that his thoughts muddled, but even sober, James wouldn't have known to look for the compliment. "Not a big fan of your old flatmates?"