"No worries, Moony. People love me for my personality, not my looks." Which is definitely not true for just about anyone outside of the Marauders, but Sirius' relationship with his appearance is as complicated as a lot of things under the deceptively simple surface. He doesn't mind looking good, even counts on it, but on the other hand? He looks like a Black should look and that is an insult, even if it means somehow looking haughtily beautiful while slouching in his seat. "Where are my other adoring fans anyway?"

As if on cue Peter comes stumbling inside, probably having gotten pushed by James, who's right after him.

"I missed you too, Wormtail, but would you mind getting off me?" Sirius isn't quite sure why he ended up buried under his friend, but since Peter looks even more winded he gives him a reassuring pat on the back and waits for him to find his feet. Meanwhile James sits down next to Remus, slinging an arm around him as he watches Peter and Sirius with a wistful sigh.

"Ah, young love. Do you still remember what that was like, Moony?"