Remus had decided to bide his time when Sirius returned to their guest in the kitchen, knowing that the young man had just gone through a scary ordeal and that he likely wouldn’t like more strangers around him. Thus, he had decided to sit in the ground floor sitting room, reading a book rather than going through the essays that he probably should.<br/>It was only when he heard Sirius’ voice call for him that he put the book away and went to join Sirius and their guest in the kitchen.<br/>“Coming, love,” Remus returned, as he ascended the stairs and was met with the sight of a striking young man sitting at their table. It wasn’t hard to see the family resemblance to Sirius, both men too striking for their own good, but where Sirius was tan and dark, Draco was pale and fair, his blonde hair making him stand out further.<br/>“Hi, Draco was it?” Remus attempted, kind smile on his lips, as he tugged at the sleeves of his sweater. “I’m Remus, Sirius’ husband.”<br/><br/>Draco had mostly caved in on himself again, when a tall man entered the kitchen. Draco knew himself to be tall, and yet he could tell that even if he were to stand, Remus would likely still stand taller than him. He had a kind face and a soft voice, which made Draco feel a bit more at ease in the entire thing.<br/>“Yeah, Draco,” he stated, still feeling a bit like he was intruding, but he tried to push the feeling away. “Nice to meet you.”