When Draco broke the embrace, Sirius’ hands lingered at Draco’s elbows, maintaining an opportunity for Draco to reengage before eventually dropping them completely.<br/>In lieu of yet another repetition, Sirius smiled his reassurance.<br/>“There’s a restroom behind you, if you need it,” he offered almost routinely, nodding to the door on the back wall of the entryway. Thoughtlessly, his hand found his collar, straightening the shoulder Draco had pulled askew.<br/>“I’ll go put the kettle on, yeah? The kitchen’s downstairs.”