Upon returning to the kitchen, the first thing Sirius had done was to pick out another portion of homemade cottage pie to thaw, just in case. There were still a few hours to dinnertime, and for now Sirius didn’t want to commit Draco to staying for dinner; still, he thought he’d prepare for it, regardless.<br/>The music still played on the radio, albeit softer, as Draco descended the stairs. It made Sirius look up from where he was standing by the kitchen table, his own tea already steeping in his mug.<br/>He took a moment to look Draco over, trying to gauge his state of mind. Eventually, his eyes dipped, gesturing to the variety of tea boxes he had pulled from the cupboards scattered over the table.<br/>“There’s some tea for you to choose from,” he said, finding that to be the easiest way to break the vulnerability between them. “I can make some coffee, too.”