I’ve been sold and Sirius looked so fucking apologetic about it during negotiations. So very "I tried, pup’ and -- Harry forces the thought away from his mind and unbuttons the high collar of his silky shirt before moving down one button at a time. "You think that’s how he’ll see this? See me like this?" The buttons go halfway down the shirt, leaving plenty of room for him to trail a hand up to his throat where he knows the bruises layer one on top of the other, creating a multi-coloured deep marking all along his neck and collar bone.