After walking out of the room, Sirius closed the door quietly, and stopped before it. He rested his head back against the door and let out a sigh of relief. Everyone knew now, so even though it may be awkward for them all, it would still be better than sneaking around, right? Then, however, Sirius remembered the annoyed look on Harry's face. Feeling extremely, nervous – very unusual for him – Sirius walked over to the study, beneath the stairs. "Harry?" He called out quietly. Silence answered him. Sirius pushed open the door and found it empty. Frowning, he glanced around and walked back out of the room. Listening intensely, he heard the quiet closing of a door upstairs. As he walked up the stairs, Sirius tried to plan what to say, but when he reached the door, he found all his well thought out ideas, had vanished. Worry replaced them as he feared what his Godson may do.
"Harry?" Sirius called again, as he turned the handle. Again, silence answered him. Pushing open the door this time, however, Sirius saw his Godson sat with his knees up on his bed, staring out of the window opposite. Closing the door quietly behind him, Sirius made his way over to where the boy sat. He stood, awkwardly, unsure whether he was welcome to sit down or not. As the silence grew, Sirius became more uncomfortable. Harry let out a little scoff, pulling Sirius out of his thoughts, "Harry..." he began, "What...what are you thinking?" Sirius finished, not wanting to discuss his personal affairs immediately. "Annoying, isn't it?" Harry said after a moment's silence. "Not knowing what's going on." Harry continued, without having waited for a reply. "I...I suspect so, yes," Sirius said, unsure where the conversation was heading.
Sirius walked over to where Harry sat, and sat down on the edge of the bed beside him, his hand gripped his arm tight, as though restraining himself from putting a comforting arm around Harry. "I was going to tell you..." Sirius said, also staring at the window before them. Harry sneered, "Of course you were. Like you told me about this place and the Order," Harry said, gesturing to the room around them. "You know that wasn't my choice," Sirius snapped, unwilling to put up with the behaviour. Harry cowered, resting his head back onto his drawn up knees. "Blame me for not telling you this," Sirius continued, remembering to take control of the situation, as the adult, "But don't blame me for not disobeying Dumbledore's orders. That has nothing to do with this. Nothing at all." Harry was surprised by his Godfather's momentary anger, and, looking over, realised it was the awkwardness and embarrassment of the situation that had caused it. Refusing to feel guilty, Harry asked the first thing that had been worrying him, "Did my Dad know?" he asked quietly. Taking a deep breath, Sirius replied; equally quiet, "Yes. As did your mother," he added, as Harry opened his mouth to ask. Harry looked annoyed at having been spoken over, but let it drop. "Have you always been...?" Harry trailed off, not wanting to say the word. "Gay?" Sirius said with a small warm smile, "Yes. As had Remus, although both of us kept it quiet. I only told the others, once Remus had told us. I had never know he was." Harry looked surprised, his annoyance at his Godfather trailing away as he heard more, "Ever?" Harry asked. Sirius shook his head. "There isn't a tattoo pointing it out so you can find one another, you know," Harry grinned at this. Sirius' smile, too, widened.
They looked at each other for a short while before Harry finally said, "I think it's great, you know." A surprised Sirius controlled his expression as best as he could before saying, "You do?" Harry nodded, and smiled again, sliding over to Sirius. "It sort of like, tightens your friendship, I suppose, makes it more...official, I guess," Harry said. Sirius contemplated these words, and thought about how Remus would have needed a friend through his life anyway, but he wasn't going to have fallen in love with anyone, it could have only been Sirius. "I think you're right," Sirius said, standing from the bed. "Come on," he continued, "Let's get back in there," Harry nodded, standing up. Before Sirius could move further, Harry had thrown his arms around his waist, "It's just a shame you can't have children..." he said. With his arms around his Godson, Sirius blushed and said, "I guess. But hey, don't you have enough trouble with one of me?" Laughing, Harry pulled back and said, "Yeah, but it would be interesting because there is you, always causing trouble back in your youth, and then there's Remus, doing everything by the book, literally." Sirius didn't laugh, he thought hard about it, "That would be rather interesting, I'll have to talk to him about it." Harry smiled, looking at the way a loving expression overthrew Sirius' features, "What?" Sirius asked, catching him looking, Harry shook his head, heading to the door, "Nothing," he said, "I just realised how great the two of you are. Together, at least."
Leaving a stunned Sirius, Harry walked out of the door and went back to the kitchen.