The motorcycle Sirius had been working on for the past few weeks was to be collected by its owner in the morning. The engine had already been running smoothly when Sirius left it yesterday, and the only thing on the agenda today had been to reassemble the seat and wipe her down. It hadn’t been a tedious task, but Draco had seemed quietly at ease in the shop, so Sirius had messed about only to extend their afternoon.<br/>He had the bike lifted, the pedals at eye level when Draco returned from taking a call.<br/>“Yeah?” he prompted. His eyes did not leave the chain as he greased it, though it was impossible not to be interested in the first real mention of Draco’s boyfriend. Given the context, Sirius had found him an uncannily silent actor in the play, but Draco hadn’t yet shared, so Sirius hadn’t brought it up.<br/>Now, however, it was difficult not to.<br/>“What does he make of everything?”