He growls it at him, but stops just short of trying to seize him once more. Because there, again, there's that feeling, like Snape knows more than he should. Or no, that's not it exactly. It's more in some dark lines of confidence that colour him now--he's never really been cringing, he's always been ready to spit back in their faces, but never quite good enough to really get one over them--but there's a difference here, and Sirius' eyes flick quickly over Snape's face, taking in that change. Something small, something like a strength that he'll have to learn to take into account. What the hell is different here?
Older, he thinks, as he narrows his eyes. He's older. That's got to be it, right, it's bloody timelines again--
"It's not your being here that upsets me, Sniv. It's more you ever having been born that upsets me. The world would be a hell of a lot better if you weren't on it, and so would this ship, but as you're here--" And James isn't, the thought comes again; Sirius' hands tighten, one on his wand, one curling in on itself--one more thing, if he says one more thing-- "You'll either keep yourself tucked away somewhere, so I don't have to see you, or you'll chuck yourself out an airlock and save us all the trouble. And that's me, asking nicely."
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He growls it at him, but stops just short of trying to seize him once more. Because there, again, there's that feeling, like Snape knows more than he should. Or no, that's not it exactly. It's more in some dark lines of confidence that colour him now--he's never really been cringing, he's always been ready to spit back in their faces, but never quite good enough to really get one over them--but there's a difference here, and Sirius' eyes flick quickly over Snape's face, taking in that change. Something small, something like a strength that he'll have to learn to take into account. What the hell is different here?
Older, he thinks, as he narrows his eyes. He's older. That's got to be it, right, it's bloody timelines again--
"It's not your being here that upsets me, Sniv. It's more you ever having been born that upsets me. The world would be a hell of a lot better if you weren't on it, and so would this ship, but as you're here--" And James isn't, the thought comes again; Sirius' hands tighten, one on his wand, one curling in on itself--one more thing, if he says one more thing-- "You'll either keep yourself tucked away somewhere, so I don't have to see you, or you'll chuck yourself out an airlock and save us all the trouble. And that's me, asking nicely."