Sirius stayed standing for a moment, considering if he had anything else he could offer Draco, before finally abandoning the thought and joining him by the table.<br/>Draco looked a bit better, having regained some colour in his cheeks. If Sirius had interpreted the context clues correctly, the hurt wouldn’t soothe any time soon, Draco would hopefully just learn to survive it.<br/>Sirius sat forward leaned, turning the ring on his thumb. For a moment, they sat in silence, listening to the tail end of a Slade song.<br/>“What brings you here, Draco?” Sirius eventually prompted, the infliction making it sound like he already knew.