Though Sirius let his hand fall from Remus’ face, he didn’t withdraw from their tender proximity; a remnant from the days where staying close to Remus had felt like an act of rebellion in and of itself.<br/>His hand falling to Remus’ knee, Sirius turned to look at Draco with a smile, trying to make sense of his expression.<br/>“Did you figure out where you’re heading off to?” he inquired, curiously but careful not to overstep. If Draco were to tell me he had gotten off the phone with his partner or a friend, Sirius would not have any objections to Draco leaving.