No. He didn't see. "I'm still the same person, Lily." His voice was strained and flat, but something about its timbre betrayed the flood of emotions underneath. "I haven't changed. Or if I have, I think it was for the better. Like, about...about James." It had been tough for Sirius to accept the finality, more or less, of James's death, and he still had pieces of it he needed to work out. But as hard as it had been, he knew it was for the best, especially because of the way it had brought him closer to Lily. "And that's something you gave me. Something you made me do even though it wasn't easy. But besides that, I'm still me. Why do you think you can't talk to me? I...I want you to talk to me. To tell me things. Not all your other friends. Not Robin. Me."

Right now, he was asking questions. Trying to get more information out of her. It was the logical route, and its only alternative was pure emotion. And if he went with that, his heart would shatter. Indeed, he was already toeing that line close enough.