There was a great relief in hearing Draco laugh. It was a breath of fresh air, breathing life into a stifled, tense conversation. Even Sirius’ own shoulders seemed to relax a bit.<br/>“You’ve said it to me,” Sirius reminded Draco, a gentle but genuine encouragement.<br/>He didn’t want to tell Draco what to do, but to Sirius it felt like the only way to regain any sense of ownership. While it had decided when Draco was to come out, he could still decide how.<br/>“Do you drink?” he instead started, finding that the best thing he could do was to allow Draco to make that decision on his own, and at his own pace. “I can boil another kettle, if you want a hot toddy to calm your nerves.”