“Well, it would have been easier to piece together if they hadn’t disowned us,” Sirius laughed, finding that to be the greatest issue of trying to figure out the relations in a fractured family tree. There was no spite in his laugh, aware of the fact that it was delusions even more so than wishful thinking - even if he had been straight or in the closet, he had never gotten along with his parents well enough to remain in touch.<br/>He had stopped by the oven, turning the knob without looking at the markings, perfectly at home.<br/>“I had to go search out Alphard, too,” he mused as he poked at the tawing portions, finding that they were at the very least not rock solid. “What was that, Moons, first summer after graduating? I was eighteen.”