Sirius tried to focus his hazy eyes. Was Peter... Was Peter crying?
"Hey," he tried to reach out to his friend, but his arms were trapped by something. He settled for a sloppy smile instead, eyes fixed on a point somwhere just to the right of Peters chin.
"S'alright Pete. yr'kay."
There was something he was supposed to be doing. Something really, really important. But his eyes were getting heavy, and lethargy was creeping over him at an alarming rate. He was going to need help to finish... Whatever it was.
"Pete?" He sounded drunk. Was he drunk? "I'm, I'm s'posdta do somthin. Can you, help?"