"— hmm. Maybe."

Sirius only momentarily peeks over the top of his Quidditch magazine (but doesn't move, otherwise), knowing it's petty and honestly kind of prat-like to respond the way he is right now.

But.

It hasn't been a particularly good few days.

So he feels he's entitled.

Misery loves company and all that.

He goes back to his magazine and says nothing else.