Despite the long call, Draco hadn’t really given his sleeping accommodations too much thought. He did know that he had some spare cash to spend, having always been a diligent saver, so it shouldn’t be too much of an economic toll for him to spend a couple of nights at a hotel, at least until he found somewhere else to stay.<br/>“Oh no, it was my best friend, she lives in Paris,” Draco explained, unsure why he found that important to tell them, maybe it was just that it offered an explanation to the two men as to why he was there. He did have friends, but the only friend he really wanted to see was simply too far away from him.<br/>“I’ll probably just find a hotel, I wouldn’t put it past my father to have the power turned off at my flat already.”<br/><br/>How quickly Draco had returned to apologising and explaining himself, even if he hadn’t actually apologised, made Remus ache for the young man. He knew that it wasn’t easy to change a pattern like that, especially considering the fact that Draco was vastly older than the kids they usually got through their doors, but he had still hoped that Draco would trust that they wanted to help.<br/>“Why don’t you stay here?” Remus offered as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and to him and Sirius it absolutely was.<br/>The house had always been a little too big for them, having moved in mostly because it had been Sirius’ to keep, and soon they had found good use to all the spare rooms.