Sirius blinked, his sleep muddled brain struggling to connect Draco’s expression and tone to his words; the young man seemed deeply ashamed for asking a perfectly reasonable thing.<br/>“Of course, yeah,” he fumbled, pushing the door open. Mindlessly, Sirius’ eyes dipped to Draco’s chest, though he had probably already known that Draco was closer to Sirius’ own size than Remus, had he been more awake. “We’ll find you something.”<br/>Waving Draco inside, Sirius stepped into the room. As he passed the bed, he reached for the vague shape of Remus’ shin, only barely showing beneath the duvet.<br/>“Draco’s gonna have a look through the closet,” he offered, an invitation for Remus to stay in bed, Sirius’ hand already leaving Remus.<br/>Opening his side of the wardrobe, Sirius made a general, broad gesture towards the hangings. “What would you like?”