The only trouble with living with Sirius is that when he's so furiously pissed with him, he's not sure where he can go. Lucky for him, there's a whole room upstairs for him to go to, because apparently, he's a weakling who can't protect himself in the event of danger, never mind that he got himself home this time.

"Fuck off," is what he says, angry and hurt, thinking of how many times he's been in worse situations, thinking of Simon taking a bullet for him and he knows, he knows Sirius cares, but it's coming across terribly right now. Ignoring the tea, he crumples up the nearest papers on the table (half started sketches) and heads for the stairs, running when he gets there because all he wants to do is escape and get away and stop feeling like this.