Sirius doesn't stand, but remains lounging, boneless and lazy while Remus picks around the room, like every little thing he sees and touches is a fresh wave of nostalgia. Sirius' eyes follow him, lidded and calm, and an easy smile stretches across his mouth.

"Of course it's because of me," he says, cocksure as always, watching Remus' reflection in the mirror while he rubs at his scruffy chin, seeing already how he's second-guessing himself.

With a great heave, he pushes himself up and to his feet, stepping up beside and behind Remus, to squint into the mirror. "But it looks perfectly fine. If you like it, keep it."