Sirius simply hummed. Though Draco’s absence put them in lingo, uncertain what phone call Draco had elected to take, it did allow Sirius to relax a moment, his shoulders settling for the first time since Draco’s arrival.<br/>“Yeah,” he breathed, mentally somewhere else entirely. He sat for a moment, listening for the soft hum of Draco’s voice upstairs, his words and tone indistinguishable.<br/>The hesitation Sirius felt was the knowledge that he would have called Remus, having been in Draco’s place. He didn’t say it, but he thought it when looking at his husband; just how incredibly lucky he had been to have had him throughout it.<br/>Unable to express that gratitude in any other way, Sirius leaned forward in his chair, close enough to press a kiss to Remus’ cheek, his free hand cupping the other to help bridge the gap.<br/>“I love you,” he smiled against Remus’ cheek, easing his hold of the other and with it his posture.