Sirius was attempting to recite the sixteen ingredients used in the potion Amortentia, in a last resort bid to drown out the sound of his own traitorous thoughts. James, decidedly bored and sick of the silence and being ignored, had gone and plonked himself beside Sirius where he was sprawled on his bed.
"Pads, good friend. Got your eye on any girl?"
"No."
"No? But Pads, why not?" And here was the moment of truth Sirius had been dreading for a while now.
"I think I am…" James leaned forward, expectant.
"… different." James was confused, but Sirius couldn't elaborate.