Peter pulls up his feet as he listens and watches Sirius, heels perched on the edge of the bed. Wrapping his arms around his knees, Peter then rests his cheek on his knees. Curling up into a small ball with all of his attention on Sirius. there is a slight frown to Peter's lips as he nods, understanding. Peter wasn't hit often. Being so sensitive to pain he tended to go out of his way to avoid being punished. That didn't mean he did not understand.

"You're not a tosser. Not bad at all. I mean, you like me and you don't make fun of me. And you're pretty wicked, you know?" He said, tryign to return the encouragement he'd been given. "I'm sorry you get hurt, though."