The offer for tea sent a wave of relief through Draco, having been so unsure if Sirius had even wanted to have him around for any amount of time. Maybe it was just because Draco was clearly teary eyed and maybe just looked a little sad, but if it meant that Draco at least got to explain his situation, then he was definitely going to take it.<br/>“Yeah,” Draco muttered to both of them questions, following the older man into the house, heart still in his throat as he did. He grasped the strap on his bag tightly, not because he was afraid that he was going to lose it, but because he needed something to hold onto.<br/>“Thanks,” he added, feeling the urge to apologise again, but also knowing that he had started just about every single sentence he had said to Sirius so far with an apology and this refrained.<br/>Instead, he took a moment to take a look around the hallway, finding it nice and homey with pictures of unfamiliar people looking at him from just about everywhere. It seemed very nice and it gave Draco hope.