Sirius had to consider his words, some degree of discomfort visible in the way his shoulders squared. Draco’s situation was quite horrendous, not only<br/>“Have you considered,” he started, but stalled, still uncertain in his choice of words. “- trying to beat them to it?”<br/>There was nothing else Sirius could think of that might lessen the burden. Draco had been placed in limbo, warned of his public execution tomorrow morning when the tabloids went into press. Those gears were impossible to stop. No matter what, Draco would be outed tomorrow, no semblance of compassion in the news cycle.<br/>“Come out to your dad on your own?” It was a daunting suggestion, leaving only a few hours of the day to make that decision, but Sirius found that maybe it was the only way Draco could regain a sense of ownership of his sexuality.