The question made Sirius exhale, hesitant. He had asked himself the same thing often, especially the years following Regulus’ death, and hadn’t come to a conclusive answer.<br/>“I don’t know. Not particularly, I don’t think,” he eventually said. It had been hard to come to terms with reality, so wanting to glamourize the relationship he had had with his brother after the kindness he had shown him those last weeks of his life.<br/>He looked at Draco, finding that it wasn’t a very encouraging story to tell a young man in a similar situation. The simple truth was that Sirius couldn’t within reason tell Draco that his relationship with his family was likely to improve with time.<br/>He searched for discomfort in Draco’s features, but found only interest. It made Sirius shift in his seat, turning slightly so that he could rest his legs on the adjacent chair, crossing his ankles as he settled in the fact that he could be the one to fill the silence for a bit.<br/>“Our parents always liked him better, which I think really soured our relationship.”<br/>Sirius had reached for the still-full mug of tea, turning it thoughtlessly as he spoke. He didn’t seem ill at ease talking about it.