[Sirius' attention begins to drift, slowly, tapering off as the offer of help turns into cleaning up. He looks back the way he came, considering the ground, the unfamiliar shapes of the buildings. Recognises it for some sort of city, town, something, nowhere he knows.]
Back at the place we're all meant to be living in? [Rough amusement. He drags his attention back around again.] Weirdly chummy.
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Back at the place we're all meant to be living in? [Rough amusement. He drags his attention back around again.] Weirdly chummy.