[He knows that look, mostly because he's fairly sure he has that look. Sirius shakes his head.]
You just tell me what you want me to know.
[With him, he really won't push for more. He apparates them, hand staying on Harry's shoulder to take him along. They appear right inside the shop, upstairs where only him and Remus normally have access. There are notes scattered everywhere, books piled up, some opened, some closed, cauldrons by the fireplace, various experiments on the table and desks and, well, at least two chairs that aren't occupied.]
action;
[He knows that look, mostly because he's fairly sure he has that look. Sirius shakes his head.]
You just tell me what you want me to know.
[With him, he really won't push for more. He apparates them, hand staying on Harry's shoulder to take him along. They appear right inside the shop, upstairs where only him and Remus normally have access. There are notes scattered everywhere, books piled up, some opened, some closed, cauldrons by the fireplace, various experiments on the table and desks and, well, at least two chairs that aren't occupied.]
We didn't tidy up here... ever, really.