At that, Sirius hummed, privately sure that he would offer Draco to stay the night there before he got a chance to look into alternative arrangements. He didn’t want to overreach too quickly, still a stranger to the young man.<br/>“That’s good, at least,” Sirius reflected with a slow inhale. He was tentative to use the word<span style="font-style: italic">good</span>in any way related to Draco’s situation, but facts were that Draco was still better off than other kids who had passed through the house.<br/>“We should probably be able to get you your stuff,” he went on, leaning back in his chair and bringing his cup with him. His rings clicked against the porcelain as he adjusted his grip. “You live close by?”