“Oh, Draco,” Sirius muttered as soon as it became clear that Draco was crying, not out of pity but out of sympathy. He felt the ache deep in his bones, tightening his grip around the younger man, wishing so that he could help carry that burden.<br/>Sirius’ hand found the base of Draco’s skull, resting there in a gentle reassurance, before it brushed over Draco’s hair, and across his shoulders.<br/>“You’re okay.”