Though Sirius’ work remained uninterrupted, he huffed a response. The sound was short of a laugh, but not made out of ill will, either. Sirius had simply been caught by Draco’s phrasing, finding that to be an odd attempt to soothe the anxiety and tension Sirius had experienced in Draco first hand. Draco didn’t feel any more at ease than when he had left.<br/>“Yeah?” he repeated. Sirius probably couldn’t fault the man’s reaction; Relief was, after all, a finicky emotion that often came ill-timed.<br/>Abandoning the oil cloth on a tray table beside him, Sirius rolled his seat off to one side of the bike, allowing him to at the very least glance over at Draco from time to time.<br/>“His fokes didn’t know either?” he asked as he rolled the wheel to feel the tension of the chain, keeping his voice intentionally easy despite the topic they were discussing.