Sirius didn’t realize the emotional strain he had been under until Draco was sufficiently out of sight and his adrenaline crashed. He was so used to finding a minor on his doorstep without warning that he had acted on pure muscle memory, only in that moment recognize just how draining it was to reconnect with his estranged family.<br/>There was no doubt in his mind that Remus was able to read it all in his expression.<br/>“My cousin,” he breathed, still processing it as he stepped closer to Remus on the ascending stairs. “Andie’s nephew.”<br/>It was as if Sirius’ knees gave way beneath him in slow motion; he didn’t fall as much as he allowed himself to sink into Remus’ arms, wrapping an embrace around Remus’ shoulders, eternally grateful to get to share his life with such a wonderful man, regardless of what hellish family he had been raised in.<br/>When he spoke, he did so into Remus' shoulder. “They’re disowning him.”