It was a simple thing, but something that made Draco feel so cared for. He opened the bottle of whiskey and dosed it liberally, though not filling the cup all the way up. Even if he had yet to talk to his father, he already felt that his entire life had been turned on its head and maybe a warm, alcoholic beverage was the right answer to that.<br/>Wrapping his fingers around it, liking how the warmth seeped through his skin, even as it became almost too had to hold onto, Draco was pondering on what to do. He couldn’t help but look at Sirius as he pondered, wondering how on earth you ended up like that once you had already been part of the Black family.<br/>Draco didn’t know how to ask that question though, finding that it would probably make for too long of an answer.<br/>“You really think that it will help me to tell him first?” Draco instead asked, finding that was Sirius had said had made sense, but he wanted to be absolutely sure before doing anything.