Sirius relaxed his hold on Draco, letting his hands fall to his upper arms, wanting to prolong that stability through what was clearly a fragile moment. Despite it all, Sirius smiled, happy and proud that Draco had been able to take that step.<br/>“Yeah, you did,” he encouraged, a huffed little chuckle in his voice. He reached out to brush Draco’s cheeks clean of tears with the back of his hand, having no tissue immediately at hand.<br/>His hand came to a natural rest against Draco’s cheek, warm and flushed; there, he gave it a familiar little pat, before removing it, Sirius’ smile growing wider by the second. “Congratulations, kid."